The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

45 Prom Ready

*new update after months* (sorry)

I opened my eyes to find Jay beside me. When did he get in here? I didn't mind but what made him want to come in here? He looked so peaceful as he slept. I smiled before quietly getting off the bed.

I went into the kitchen and took out food to make. Half of this he couldn't eat but I managed to fill his plate up. How was he still asleep? I glanced at the clock, 9:00 AM.

I decided to wake him up, walking back into my room where he still laid. How should I do it? Do I be an asshole and jump on the bed or be super cliché and lightly kiss his head or whatever.

Asshole it is. I climbed on the bed and begin to jump. He quickly covered his head with a pillow.

"Jay! Wake up!" I yelled.

He responded with a groan and slowly sat up.

"Morning!" I laughed still jumping. "I made breakfast."

"Really?" he rubbed his eyes.

"Yes. So go eat before it gets cold."

He stretched before taking my hand. I sat down next to him and let my head rest on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Are you okay?"

"Never better, why?"

"Because you had a panic attack last night. Why do you think I was in here?"

"Wait what?"

"You don't remember. It's doesn't matter, you're okay now." He pulled me into a hug.

"What exactly happened?" I ask getting a bit nervous.

"I dont want to worry you Hayles. Let's just go eat breakfast." He gets up and leaves me in the bed alone. A minute later I go into the kitchen and sit beside him.

"This smells great," he commented.

"I tried to make it as vegetarian as possible," I began. "Hope it tastes better than it looks."

He took a bite and gave a thumbs up. Before I could give myself a pat on the back he ran to the garbage to spit it out.

I couldn't help but laugh.

He turned and shrugged, "Sorry babe. Maybe we should just go out and eat?"

"I couldn't agree with you more."

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After eating we decided to go back to my place and have a Netflix day! We started with American Horror Story cause I knew Jay would be hooked. Just as I suspected he didn't groan about changing it.

This scene always killed me. Violet taking the pills and Tate trying to get her to throw them up. She gave up on life and thought that was the only solution.

I sigh while Jay puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. At that same moment there's a knock on the door.

"Please go get it," I give Jay my pouty face.

He groans before releasing me from his grasp to go open the door. I wait to hear whoever it is, most likely Oliver but what would he want?

Then I hear the accent. I can't hear exactly what they're saying but when the door shuts only Jay returns.

"What did Oliver want?" I ask as he sat down next to me.

He shrugs, "He wanted to talk to you but I let him know you were busy."