jack gilinsky imagines

barcelona ✨📍

"barcelona. take me back to barcelona. where did you go? god only knows"

i sing out on stage. i close my eyes trying to think back to that fateful day in barcelona.
i see her.
she had to be the most beautiful person i had ever laid my eyes on. how her hair framed her face perfectly. how her eyes were the perfect shade of brown and green, hazel actually but it was something more than that. how her lips were perfectly defined in that beautiful red lipstick that drove me crazy. how that black dress she was wearing that night hugged her curves perfectly. how those heels looked beautiful as they went along with her beautiful tan skin.

"is it too late, to find you? are you out there? know you're out there somewhere tonight, in start same dress, with that same look in your eyes."

oh how i needed to see her again. i had instant flashbacks to that night. how she started dancing with me, completely sober. how she held onto my arms and how i had chills all over my spine. how her perfect lips went up to my ear and whispered the two words that started it all.

follow me

"is it too late, to tell you, how i felt, about you on that one night when we undressed and we jumped in, can i confess?"

she found a room for us. as i walked in, my eyes landed to the bed and saw her in her perfect red lingerie. she lay there and beckoned me to come over. i stripped and lay next to her, and it happened.

the moans bouncing off the walls. how her nails scratched along my back and how that was the hottest thing i had ever seen. how her hair lay on the pillow after we were done.

"shit, i mighta been in love with you. i mighta been the one for you. now you're the one that got away. i never even got your name"

i wish i had gotten her name. maybe even her number. i don't know if this was the hormones or the sexual side or if i truly had fallen in love.

she had left that morning, without even waking me up. she left a note, simply stating "thank you for the fun night xx - miss barcelona"

maybe, if she had stayed, we would've been together. she had to be the best i ever had. and i know that if she stayed, i wouldn't let her go.

something about her just entrances me.

"miss barcelona. take me back to barcelona. where did you go? god only knows"

i open my eyes, looking at the crowd in front of me. everyone was screaming the lyrics back. as i scanned the crowd, i saw her.

but it couldn't be her, right? it wouldn't make sense.

but it was her. i could recognize those eyes from a mile away, even though i had only looked into them for 30 mins that night.

she smiled at me and walked towards the back. she looked back at me and mouthed the words that would bring me to my high.

follow me after the show.

miss barcelona was back.