Why Don't We Imagines

I don't deserve you | Jack Avery

Y/N POV

I sit on the bathroom floor, staring at my phone. I go through Twitter and Instagram, and felt the tears run down my face. Most of the tweets and comments on my photos are horrible.

Jack can do so much better.

Why is jack still with her?

Shes gaining so much weight, and we all know shes not pregnant.

Why is she still here?

I feel bad for Jonah...he has her as a sister.

Can she just kill herself already, so one of us might actually have a chance with jack?

The last one hit home hard, because of my past. I'd always struggled with depression, but a few years ago, it got bad. I was cutting, starving myself and failing in school.

Then I met Jack. My older brother, Jonah, had introduced us, and he had helped me out of the dark place I was in. For nearly two years, we'd been so happy. But recently, I had been getting so much hate for dating him. I didn't understand. At first, the fans had been nothing but supportive, until about two months ago. The hate had started to roll in, but I hadn't told Jack anything. If he knew, he would lose his shit.

I lock my phone and take a shaky breath. I never wanted to go back to the dark place I was in before I met Jack, but somehow here I was. I shake my head, but start to cry. I can't get the comments out of my head, and every time I think I can stop, I cry even harder, and wonder what I did to deserve this.

Jack's POV

I get home from the studio, and drop my stuff on the kitchen bench. I look around for Y/N, but don't see her anywhere.

"Y/N? I'm home." I call. When she doesn't reply, I assume she's fallen asleep watching a movie or something. I don't know why, but she's been really tired lately. I walk upstairs and into our bedroom, but she isn't there. I frown, but then hear crying from our bathroom. I walk into the bathroom, and see Y/N on the floor, her phone in her lap and crying. I run over to her and crouch down next to her.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" I ask her. She doesn't say anything, but hands me her phone. I open her phone and see that on her Instagram and Twitter, there are thousands if messages and comments about her and me being together. But they're all hate, saying we should be together, that I could do better, and horrible things like that. "Oh my-Y/N don't listen to anything they say."

"It's true. You could do so much better than me. There a thousands of girls out there who would jump at the chance to date you." She whispers, and starts to cry again, even harder.

I shake my head and sit down and pull her into my lap. Her body is racked with sobs, and she's crying so hard she can barely breathe. I hold her close, and rub her back.

"Y/N, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please, don't listen to a damn thing they say. You are so beautiful, and you deserve the world." I whisper, kissing her cheek, wet with tears. She buries her head in my shoulder, and cries.

We sit on the bathroom floor for another half an hour, until Y/N stops crying, and then we stand up and lay on our bed. I hold her in my arms, and when she falls asleep, I kiss her forehead. She's so beautiful, and if either of us didn't deserve the other, it would be me. But here I am, holding this girl in my arms.

And I couldn't be happier.