Jack Dail Imagines

he compares u to his ex

"hey jack" u say as u sit on jacks lap

"hey babe. can u move? tryna watch a game here.." you for some reason found it really rude that he told u to move. you were his girlfriend, and that was just a basketball game!

"well sorry.." u mutter under ur breathe walking away.

"oh cmon! are u seriously going to cry over one little thing like that? julie wouldnt have even bothered me if she knew i was watching a game!" jack says. u stop and turn around towards jack, who has guilt written all over his face

"one, i was NOT going to cry and two, youre comparing me to julie?? wonderfulll." you said and run upstairs

"y/n cmon, open up." you roll ur eyes. its been 3 hours since jacks little fit.

*jacks pov*

(y/n) finally opens the door, with a smile spread across her face. good. no more fighting. her smile was kept on her face as she handed me a blanket and a pillow, quickly closing the door.

"whats this for?" i asked

"youre sleeping on the couch tonight. night jack." before i could say anything, i see the lights flick off. itd be stupid if i apologised to her and shes not even paying attention. never again, will i compare her to julie.