Jacob Sartorius Imagines

The Wrong Way to Think of a Fan pt. 2 (dirty)

this is like a really dumb cliché plot line for a ton of fanfiction, sorry it's so unoriginal

y/n's pov

Jacob had opened up the blinds to his bus from the inside to wave at the screaming fans outside his bus. I had freaked out when I saw him again, jumping up and down in joy and yelling his name. As his eyes gazed over the crowd, my heart stopped as he looked at me.

Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as we made eye contact. Sure, every girl fantasizes about being that special girl their idol sees in the crowd, it's a stupid cheesy cliche. But something in my gut was telling me that it was actually happening. He somehow recognized me. His gorgeous hazel eyes widened and his lips parted, his jaw dropping slightly.

By then I knew he recognized me, but I wondered why. There were so many other girls in that meet and greet. Ones with better outfits and prettier makeup, girls who were a hundred times better that me. It felt like I was dreaming. This kind of thing isn't supposed to happen in real life. It's supposed to be a fantasy or a daydream.

The screams around me suddenly tuned out from my head. My head was filled with millions of thoughts as Jacob and I stared at each other with equal shock. Of course it's no mystery why I'm stunned, but as to why he is.... that's strange.

Jacob finally snapped out of the trance he was in. I watched his every move. His eyes flickered down and he placed his hands on the bottom of the bus window. He took a deep breath before biting his lip, staring down at his fingers. With one sudden burst of confidence, he yanked the window upwards.

The screams around me grew louder as Jacob poked his head out slightly, but not enough for the eager hands below to touch him. I was frozen in place as I watched him yell out and wave his arms, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.

Jacob looked back up at me as everyone finally grew quiet enough for him to speak. My heart was racing a million miles an hour as he bit his lower lip, as if contemplating whether or not to say something. "Um..." Jacob squeaked out. "Y/n?"

My heart dropped. He remembered my name. He knew who I was.

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I was now sitting inside of Jacob Sartorius' tour bus, with Jacob himself. I had always dreamed of the day I would meet him, and when my Mom announced to me that she had bought me tickets to meet him, I cried tears of joy. But I never would have guessed that he would invite me to hang out with him privately in his bus. By far, this was the best day of my life.

He had invited me inside, of course hesitantly, as the rest of the girls in the crowd huffed or cried. I instantly felt a pang of sympathy and guilt. I had come in, my heart ready to beat out of my chest. I could barely even breathe as Jacob took my hand and helped me up the stairs to the bus.

After settling down, we had talked for a while, and I told him a bit about my family and my life, trying as hard as possible to not let the heat rush to my cheeks. He smiled and nodded as I told stories to him. He curiously asked questions, actually seeming interested in my life. Why was this happening? And why was it happening to me?

"And that's how I broke my collarbone when I was three," I finished up a story with a giggle. Jacob laughed, gripping his left thigh.

"That's hilarious." He smiled at me, his pearly white teeth making my heart melt. I just nodded slightly and giggled. Because if i said anything, it would surely embarrass me.

The room fell silent as the screams could now barely be heard from outside. It was getting later, and everyone was beginning to leave. Jacob had explained that everyone else went out for dinner and that's why he was the only one in the bus. He had predicted that they wouldn't be back for probably two hours because Hayden texted him and said they went all the way across town and the traffic was surprisingly bad for this time of night.