𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

this club ✵ j.a.

i don't belong in this club.

━━━━

jack wasn't a partier. he might've looked like it, with the curls and the smile and the pretty eyes. but he wasn't like his friends or his bandmates. he didn't like going to clubs and dancing to loud music that practically killed his ears.

he preferred to stay at home with you, cuddling on the couch or on your shared bed, while watching movies and eating snacks.

it sound like a cliche high school date, but he didn't care because it was with you. and you understood because you hated clubbing as well. you hadn't gone in about two years and you hadn't planned to go again.

but jack needed to get out more. yes, he was always on tour and always at rehearsal, but he needed to get out. he was never able to let loose and have fun, especially around people he didn't know, despite all of the instagram posts that made him look like a partier.

and you knew that he couldn't be able to party if he was alone at home with you. and you loved him, but you wanted him to have one nice night out with his friends.

"babe, please," he begged as you placed your bowl in your sink. your kitchen smelled of strawberries from your recent snack, something that usually made jack smile, but at the moment, he could only frown. "i really don't want to go."

you shook your head and smiled as you walked into your bedroom. jack furrowed his brows as you remained silent, walking into his side of your shared closet. 

"what are you doing?" he asked from the doorway.

you stared intently at the three shirts on their hangers that you had chosen as your favorite for the moment. you placed them out on his bed, still silent, and opened the drawer for his jeans. jack continued to watch you search around your room for his clothes. 

"(y/n)?" he asked again, annoyed, but still with a nice tone.

"yes?" you smiled innocently. you grabbed a nice jacket from the closet and held it up to his body. "this always look nice on you." you muttered.

the compliment made jack's cheeks heat up as he blushed but he pushed the feeling away and stood his ground. "(y/n), baby," he tried to say. "i don't want to."

"but, jack, you need to." you smiled. you lied the rest of his outfit, adding on socks and shoes, onto your nicely-made bed. "you need to get out more."

"i am always out, baby," he whined, collapsing and flopping onto the bed. you sighed as he frowned at you, crossing his arms as if he was a child. "i'm at tour and always in the studio."

"but you need to let go of some stuff," jack didn't seem to understand your point so you continued. "you need to let loose. you're always so tense and stressed. you're not able to just go out for a night with the boys and have fun. it's good for you."

"it's good for me?" he asked stupidly. "you mean going out where there're alcohol and drugs and sweaty bodies and drunk people and, not to mention, girls."

the sudden change of attitude in jack's voice made you raise a brow at him, to which he instantly closed his mouth and stopped talking, the frown disappearing from his face. he knew that you didn't like being talked to like you were stupid, he respected that.

"it's good for you." you repeated. "now, come on, get dressed. the boys will be here in an hour."

as you passed him on your way out of the room, you kissed his cheek, leaving jack flustered, frustrated, and alone in your room.

»«

you were slightly worried for jack. when the boys stopped by your apartment, clad in their nice clothes and shoes and jewelry, jack had seemed off. and he had been off ever since you told him he was going no matter what, but he really did seem...upset.

he didn't smile at all when you said goodbye, apart from giving you a small kiss before you closed the door. he kept a blank expression on his face while you and jonah talked. you noticed how he only seemed to show some sort of emotion or paying attention of one of the boys ever talked to him. maybe he really was upset, but you were right.

this was good for him. he needed it.

you currently remained at home, on your couch, as brooklyn nine-nine played in the background. you scrolled through instagram and twitter, a small smile appearing on your face as you saw the multiple posts from the boys' accounts of them at the club.

jack had a large smile on his face and he seemed to be happy. but, there was something off. you knew jack, and there was something wrong with the smile he wore.

you brushed it off.

for the next hour, your night consisted of sighing, eating as much food as possible, taking selfies, painting your nails only to pick them off and start over again, and watching tv. you weren't exactly bored, but you weren't having as much as you thought you would.

you had facetimed christina once and your call with anna lasted about three hours, but nothing could satisfy your need for company. you wanted jack. and you wouldn't be lying to say you missed him. fortunately, right as you were thinking of him, you got a call from him.

the ID on your phone that told you it was your boyfriend calling you cracked a small smile on your face.

you pressed the green button and your eyes brightened. you winced slightly for a split second from the extremely loud club music sinking through jack's speaker to your phone, but your face remained excited.

"hey, babe!" you smiled. "how are you?"

it was silent, which made you instantly feel uncomfortable. "jack?"

once again, silence.

you frowned. had he accidentally dialled you? it was possible - jack being jack, he'd done it multiple times before.

"can you pick me up?"

✶

ha. i told you.

the old esme is gone.

the new esme is here.

and she has a shit ton of cliffhangers.