Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Stay} J.A

It's been 1 week. One single, lonely week that made me sure hell was real, and that I was living in it. A single week me and Jack have been broken up.
He was always gone on tours, always at interviews or with the boys. We barely talked, never mind spent time with each other. He was my other half, the sunshine to my gloomy days but he was never with me. It made me feel empty, incomplete.

I sat on the couch late at night. I couldn't help the thoughts that were swarming my mind. Everything reminded me of him. I wanted back ground noise, so I turned on the TV.

Looks like I can't go anywhere without seeing them. There, displayed on the screen, were five boys. It was the Late Night Show and my heart aches seeing his fake smile. Anyone who knew him could see it was fake. His eyes didn't squint, the dimples weren't as deep as they should have been. He was hurting badly. The interview was over, but it was still on air 3 hours later.

I sighed. I didn't want to watch this. Not when it broke me to watch him like this. I grabbed the remote to turn it off when a knock at the door interrupted me.

"I told you," I called out, "I'm fine!" I was sure it was my best friend coming to check up on me again. I threw open the door without checking first. There, in the dead of night, Jack Avery stood on my doorstep with puffy red eyes, hands dug into his pockets, and the most broken eyes I have ever seen.

"Y/N," he choked. My heart swelled in my chest, he was actually here. I haven't seen him in two months but he was here.

"Jack." I said simply. It came out unsure, I hated how vulnerable it made me sound.

"Stay. Please." he looked up to the star littered sky, regaining his shaky breath, "I need you more then you know," he begged. I hung my head low and stepped away from the door, allowing him to come in.

He stepped inside, leaning against the wall opposite of me.

"What are you doing here, Jack?" I asked. "You haven't been here in two months but now you just show up?"

He looked at me, really looked at me, then dropped his head. "Has it really been two months?"

"Two months, one week, and 27 days." It wasn't that I was counting the time he's been gone, it's the time my hearts been this shattered mess.

He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm such an idiot," he sighed. I only nodded my head a little. "Look. I know I messed up, I know should have been here more, but when I asked, you said you were alright," his eyes glasses over with tears, as did my own. I knew I lied to him, but he was living his dream. I couldn't get in the way of that. "You promised," his voice cracked and bottom lip quivered. Never have I seen him so vulnerable.

"You were living your dream!" I exasperated. "Who was I to get in the way of that?" I sobbed.

He looked at me hard for a second. "The love of my life."

"Don't." I whispered, looking away from him.

"Why not?" He breathed, running a hand through his hair.

"Because you don't mean it." The hurt in his eyes was unimaginable at that point. It looked like every piece of his heart was torn from his chest and stomped on.

"Let me show you how much I mean it," he tried. I just shook my head. I couldn't bare feeling that again, the love one second and then nothing the next. It hurt to much.

"God Y/N! I love you! I've never felt the same, sang the same, I haven't been the same in interviews even. I know you've noticed. Please, just give us another chance?" 

I didn't even mean to do it, but my arms wrapped around his body and my head fell into his chest, and I cried. He let out a relieved laugh and kissed the top of my head. I wanted to pull away, but his arms kept me still against him.

"Jack I-"

"No," he cut me off. "Don't say anything. You want this as much as I do, I know you do." He was right. I did want this, I wanted us again.

I snuggled my head in the crook of his neck, and gave him a simple nod.
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I feel like my imagines are a little long😅 what do you prefer to read? Long or short ones?