Sad and cute Why Don't We imagines ||COMPLETED||

Flashbacks pt. 3//J.A.

Boy: Jack
Age: 25
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"So, you mean to tell me, that you dated Jack Avery...and he wanted you back, and you rejected him? I got that right, right?"

"For the millionth time, yes Tori. It just wouldn't work out-"

"You idiot!"

"There's no need for that-"

"He wanted you back and you rejected him! He was obviously ready to go through whatever troubles he had to in order to keep you if he went through all of that just to find you! Hopefully he'll see your Instagram and be able to find you again or something-"

"Can't."

"And why not? He has Instagram, he can just search you"

"Not if he's blocked."

"You didn't..."

"I did."

"He can use the band account."

"Blocked."

"Daniels-"

"Blocked."

"Jonah's?"

"Blocked."

"Cor-"

"Besson has been blocked too." I began to grow tired of this conversation really quick and stood from my spot on the couch.

"Zach?"

"Bl- wait...who?"

"...Zach Herron...the youngest one in the band..."

"I didn't see him in the last post...that's how I blocked them..."

"He wasn't in the last post because he was with his family in L.A."

I quickly pulled out my phone and searched his name, luckily it popped up, imzachherron. And there in the first post was him and Jack, smiling as they ran away from an angry Corbyn in the background.

"What're you doing?" Tori asked slowly walking towards me

"Blocking him?"

"Why?!" Tori hurdled over the couch and began chasing me.

"Jack doesn't need me as a distraction from his career! He has to focus" I yelled as I ran through the house

Then there was a knock at the door.

"You don't think that's them do you?" I asked tori

"They aren't stalkers y/n/n."

"Yeah, you're right"

I walked to open the door and was surprised to see a police officer.

"Um, hello officer, how can I help you?" I asked nervously but nicely

"Are you y/n  y/l/n?"

"Yes..."

"Does this belong to you?" The officer pulled out an item from his side pocket and held it up.

It was my ID. Luckily I didn't have to drive anywhere or else I would've been screwed.

"Yes sir, it is...I didn't even realize I'd lost it. Where did you find it?"

"It was turned in by a young man by the name of Jack Avery. He said he was a friend and saw it laying on your table at a café."

"Thank...thank you, officer..."

"No problem, I'm not really the hero, maybe you should give that Jack guy a call...he seemed pretty upset when he mentioned your name." The older man smiled before walking away.