Why Don't We Imagines

Jack Avery - Over Part 2

It had been two hours since you uploaded the video. The views were booming up - clearly because everyone wanted to know what had happened. It was now 11pm and your front door had just been knocked on.

"Sparky calm down." You scolded your dog who started frantically barking. You looked through the peep hole, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

"What the f-" You opened the door but he cut in.

"Nobody asked you to leave management. You could've stayed!" Jack shouted, letting himself in.

"Excuse you." You snapped back.

"Don't you dare talk to me like shit in my own house, Mr I don't talk to Y/N for a month and as soon as she uploads a video, I must confront her." You said sarcastically.

"You and I both know that me trying to get in contact would've been a bad idea." He calmed himself down.

"Rephrase that Jack, you didn't want to get in contact. The only thing I ever did I'm this whole situation was argue back. You started the fights, you walked out the door, you ended things, you didn't get in contact. Ninety eight percent of this is on you." You pointed a finger at him.

"I know that. But how was I supposed to talk to you when I knew how heartbroken you were? It killed me seeing you cry Y/N, especially over me." He sighed.

"It's eleven at night, why are you here?" You changed the subject.

"Your video." He simply said.

"What about the video Jack? Did it magically make you fall in love with me again?" You asked sarcastically.

"Who said I ever stopped huh?" Jack questioned, stepping a little closer to you.

"How can I stop loving you Y/N? We had a real bad relationship towards the end, but I never stopped. How could you even question that? You said so yourself, you can't just stop loving someone after one month. Heck, I can't stop loving you at all." He admitted.

"This is not the time to be saying you still love me Jack." You leant against the wall.

"Well we're not getting any older." He pointed out.

"Stop, just stop. I love you but we can't do this again Jack. I saw the interviews were you looked like you had barely slept, eaten, done anything. You looked so broken and it was pretty much because of me. Vice Versa. We're not good for each-other." It took every ounce of your broken heart to admit that.

"That was all true. But let this at least be my Invitation as a date to dinner tomorrow." He raised an eyebrow.

"Where did this come from?" You asked him.

"It came from the heart. If it doesn't go well, we can hopefully be friends." And with that he was out of the door.

"Why is my life so fucked?" You questioned yourself.