cats and Taco Bell. a Jacob Whitesides imagine.

chapter 7

y/n: why'd you stop?

Jacob: because I just realized something.

y/n: what?

Jacob: once we're in your car, I won't be able to do this. *he kisses you passionately in the middle of the airport and you melt*

y/n: whoa. *you whisper before stumbling a little bit, but Jacob catches you before you fall* I can honestly say that I was not expecting that, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise. *you say before pecking him on the lips*

Jacob: I was so nervous about that. I thought you wouldn't like me or something.

y/n: someone not liking you? when has that ever happened?

Jacob: more than you'd think.

y/n: there's my car. *you realized that you were still holding his hand when you looked at him and saw he was nervous. you have his hand a reassuring squeeze and mustered the sweetest smile that you could make.* it's okay babe. no reason to be nervous. it's just my dad.

Jacob: exactly. it's your dad.

y/n: well I don't think that he's seen us yet. *you say slowly moving backwards so that you are hidden. and you gently kiss him.* it's okay. just remember that if you get nervous. and he's nervous that you're going to hurt me, but I told him that you're not like that, so no matter how much I want to hold your hand, maybe we should wait until you meet him?

Jacob: okay babe. *he let's go of your hand and grabs your waist and pulls you in close to him, he hugs you and rests his chin on your head and gently plants a kiss on your forehead. you wish that you could stay like this forever when your phone rings. you take a step away from Jacob, but he still has his hands on your waist, and you answer you phone*

y/n: yeah dad?

dad: are you almost done? or did you have problems getting his bags?

y/n: we're almost outside dad. don't worry.

dad: okay. love you.

y/n: love you too. *you hang up.* he's expecting us soon.

Jacob: okay. I think I'm ready.

y/n: okay. *you get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.* let's go.