♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Music Will Always Be My First Love

I wrote this all by hand originally for my English homework, that's why there isn't too much dialogue and less like a fanfiction.
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Jack's POV:
Music will always be my first love. I guess that makes Kirsten my second, if it weren't for my passion I wouldn't have been so lucky as to call her mine. I was struggling to find success as an ambitious soloist in Dublin, having dropped out of sixth form and barely qualifications I had no choice but to pursue my dreams of becoming a successful musician. I wouldn't have it any other way. I took a leap of faith, taking a spontaneous trip to England to try my luck and being a boyband member. Let me just say, that was the best decision I've ever made. I was able to travel the continent, experience new cultures and meet new people. That was when I met Kirsty, both aspiring creators in the media and exploring our plans for the future, we understood each other well. We understood each other very well. The following months can only be described as a kaleidoscope of emotion. Kirsty was the light, the bright colours that shine above the rest. Yet, there was a hanging darkness that was above me. That was my music career.

It was a feeling of claustrophobia, I felt physically and emotionally trapped with the walls keeping me contained edging closer. Never before have I felt so limited, as a band member it was hard for me to spread the messages I stand for, I couldn't right my own story, I felt like I couldn't be my true self. The calls of Dublin echoed in my ear drums, going back to square one seemed like the only option for me. I didn't want to be a boyband member anymore, I wanted to be Jack. But this was easier said than done. I tried to find comfort in a familiar place, a little park in Heathrow. Sat under a grand oak tree, my guitar strings tickling my finger tips as I tried to come up with some nice chords for a son. The background noise from the airport, the whistle of the breeze through the grass felt calming. It felt so good to be outside, a boyband lifestyle can be demanding and I haven't had the time to do something as simple as going for a long walk.

"Jack?" I heard from behind me, the voice was as sweet as sugar and was enough to make me stop strumming my guitar. I looked up, there she was.

"Kirsty!" I called out happily with the biggest smile on my face, I couldn't stop despite the aching. I jumped to my feet and ran to her as fast as lightning. Her arms outstretched for me, I wrapped mine around her back and held her close. I didn't want to let go. Her curves felt the same, the scent of her floral perfume was hot in my nostrils and her presence alone was enough to make me feel like myself again. We sat down together on the grass, she satin between my legs and leaned against my chest, I've missed this most of all.

"It's been way too long to not see each other in person, I don't want it to ever happen again." Kirsty said with a somewhat sad tone, she laid her head on my chest. I held her hand and ran my thumb over her soft knuckles, I felt guilty.

"I can't make any promises, Baby. I'm moving back to Dublin." I told her, regretfully.

"Really, Jackie?" She asked me as she sat up, she placed a hand on my chest and looked down at me. I couldn't even look her  in the eye.

"I'm not happy in Roadtrip anymore, I want to have my own voice. I have no choice but to move back, look at me! I have no money, I have nowhere to go. I don't want to lose you Squish, honestly, I love you so much. But I just need to go home and start over, I'm so sorry." I cried, painfully picking up my guitar and forcing it into the case before I ran out of the park.

I felt so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have left like that, that was no proper goodbye. It wasn't the goodbye Kirsty deserved. I was in my room, quickly throwing my belongings into a suitcase. I never thought my time in Roadtrip would end up like this. With my eyes fogging up with tears, I zipped up my suitcase, I had booked a seat on a late night flight back home to Dublin. I suddenly heard a loud knock at my bedroom door, I'd been crying so hard that my head hurt so I wasn't having any of it.

"Jack, open up!" A male voice demanded, I could easily identify the Essex accent from behind.

"Go away Sonny!" I shouted back quite angrily, nothing he could say or do was going to make me change my mind about leaving. The door opened and I could feel my face going red with anger. That was until she came in, Kirsty.

"Jack, please don't go back to Dublin." She pleaded as she sat me down on the bed. The previous anger that spread around my body like a poison had changed. I was upset and scared for what was to come. I dropped my head into my hands.

"I-I h-have no ch-choice." I cried, choking on my words as I gasped for air. I felt Kirsty's comforting arms pull me in close, then a light kiss to the temple.

"Jackie, I know it may feel overwhelming. I want you to pursue your passion, I want to share our ups and downs but we can't if we're apart...that's why I want you to move in with me." Kirsty told me, I wiped my salty tears on my hoodie sleeve before looking up at her full of admiration and affection. I could do nothing but embrace her, it was a selfless gesture that meant so much to me. I could stay with both my loves. Music will always be my first love, but I love Kirsty the most.