What You Wanted (A OneRepublic Fanfic)

Take Me To Church / Burning Bridges

Jo's POV

I watched as the color drained from Ryan's face as Genevieve announced she was pregnant.

"H-h--ow?" He answered in surprise.

"How do you think idiot?!" She answered glaring at him.

She pushed me out of the way and placed her hand on Ryan's bare flesh, making my blood boil.

"Remember that night when we got back together when you and I made love all ni-"

"Yeah, I'm out of here." I cut her off as I started walking towards the elevator, not wanting to hear what the both of them were doing.

"Johana wait!" Shouted Ryan as he grabbed my hand.

"No Ryan, you need to talk to the mother of your unborn child. It's better that way." I said calmly as he released my hand.

"Yeah, beat it bitch!" Genevieve sneered at me.

"She's pregnant Jo, you can't hit her." I repeated to myself mentally as I reached the staircase and headed towards the floors below.

As I entered Central Park, I pulled our my headphones from my pocket and plugged them into my ears, and played "Mirror" by Ellie Goulding.

To be honest, I wish this would all be a dream. I just want to wake up and still be pregnant with my fiancé by my side. But here I am, bruises all over my body and not pregnant.

But I don't blame Ryan at all. I can't be mad at him. He got with her after we broke up so, I guess I'm happy for him. Even though he doesn't look too happy himself right now.

As I was running, I started to remember about how vulnerable Ryan was yesterday when I saw him cry. How the both of us laughed when he sang "Stay With Me". How I promised myself that I would be strong for him, for the both of us.

"I need to be strong for him." I said to myself as I started running faster.

After running through Central Park, I decided to take the subway across the street and head back to the hotel. Thankfully, it's not much of walk from there.

"Gosh, I hate waiting for the subway." I mumbled under my breath.

Out of nowhere the music pauses and I see a weird number on my screen.

"H-hello?" I answered hesitantly.

"Hey Johana! Milena! Whatever the fuck it is you wanna call yourself now!" Shouted a familiar Irish voice.

"Danny boy! What's up?!" I answered laughing to myself, the person who sat next to me just shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Have you heard anything from your boyfriend? Mark, Glenn, and I were going to meet him at the studio and I've been calling for the past twenty minutes and he hasn't answered. Is he with you?" He asked.

Oh dammit not this again.

"He's probably sleeping. Don't worry I'll wake him up for you." I answered.

"Thanks babes." He laughs.

"Oh my gosh! First Adam, now you? What is up with people calling me Babes?!" I said in an exasperated tone.

"Oi! I'm just messin' with ya! And besides it suits you." He laughs.

"Yeah, yeah I'll talk to you guys later." I said as I hung up.

I purposely missed my stop and decided to go to Brooklyn. I anxiously tapped my fingers against my lap as I finally reached Williamsburg and started getting impatient as I waited for the subway doors to open.