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PTSD | Jack Avery

Warnings: slight mention of abuse and quite a lot of cursing! Do not read if either of these topics will trigger anything for you!

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*Y/n's POV*

It's a cold and snowy winter on a Sunday night in LA, and Jack left for some party 5 hours ago. It's now 1 am, and he left at 8 pm. He still isn't home. He promised me he'd be back by 12 at the latest, but it's 1 in the morning and he still isn't back, despite his promise.

I've been pacing around the living room for at least 15 minutes, and now I'm just sitting and the bottom of the stairs with my head in my hands. Suddenly, I hear the front door click open and keys jingling. My head snaps up at the sudden commotion, my eyes being met with Jack's, clearly very angry, tense form.

"Jack.." I whisper, running over to him to refrain him from knocking over a vase. As soon as I make contact with him, he shoves me off and looks at me with disgust. "What the fuck do you want?" He spits, venom lacing his tone.

"W-what?" I stutter. He's never once spoken to me like this, and it's scaring me. "I'm so fucking done! I can't go anywhere without being mobbed and all my friends outside of the band just like to hoe around and get drunk as shit, and of course they forced some random ass girl onto me. And now, I can't even walk through the front door of my apartment without my clingy-ass girlfriend stuck right by my side as soon as I walk in. So please, just leave me the fuck alone for once!" He yells, the words spilling from his mouth as he walks closer to me after every word.

I'm now backed up against a wall with a fuming Jack in front of me, and I can see the anger in his eyes. "J-Jack pl-" I whisper, but get cut off once he lifts his arms in a frustratingly manner. Me, having been in an abusive relationship in the past, gets terrified of what he would do and ducks, sinking down to the ground. The tears that were built up immediately start spilling from my eyes like a massive tsunami.

Jack's eyes turn from anger to immediate guilt in a split second as he knows about my past and he slowly bends down to my level, reaching out to me. Still frightened, I get even more scared and get up and run, heading to Jack and I's bedroom and closing the door behind me, hiding under the blankets on our bed.

5 minutes pass and I've calmed down a little bit, and Jack walks into the room with a glass of water. "Here" he says quietly, handing me the glass. "Thanks" I whisper quietly. I take a few sips and put the glass down on the bedside table, wiping away the dry tears on my face.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, brushing the hair out of my face. He takes my hand and holds it with both of his, keeping mine warm. "I didn't mean to scare you or cause your PTSD to come back, I was just angry and I shouldn't have taken it out on you".

"It's fine." I mumble, not making eye contact with him. "Hey, look at me," he whispers cupping my chin and lifting my eyes to meet his, "You know I would never hurt you, right?". I nod my head and sniff, my eyes drooping back down to the bed. "I know you wouldn't, I just got scared." I admit.

"I get it, baby. And I know I broke the promise about being home at 12, and believe me I wanted to come home so bad. But, the boys wouldn't let me. But it doesn't matter, because I'm here now." He says. "Now, it's late and you are obviously exhausted. Let's go to bed, okay?"

"Okay." I whisper, letting his hand go as he goes to the wardrobe and gets changed. He walks out a few seconds later in just grey sweatpants and gets into bed, pulling me onto his warm chest and lifting the sheets over our bodies. I wriggle around a little and get comfortable, before relaxing into his arms.

"Goodnight princess." He whispers, kissing my head and lightly rubbing my back. "Goodnight." I reply, before falling into a deep slumber.