Jack Barakat Imagines

First Time Meeting ATL

hey there! IDK if you still take requests but if you do then maybe you could write me a jack barakat one where you're about to meet the guys for the first time and you're really nervous bc you're from germany and you're english isn't that good?! Pretty please

AN So I know that I'm a loser and don't update often, but I'm trying my best this break. So please don't hurt me if they turn out to be shitty. I hope I write what you had pictured in your head. I tried to write in english but with German dialect, but it's hard to do. I was maybe thinking of doing it for when she speaks, but I don't want to butcher anything, and since I've never met a German, I thought it'd be a little bit disrespectful. I hope you don't mind. Dude, I could totally turn this into an actual fanfiction, it's so cute. Again, thanks for giving me a chance. The conversation is between you and Jack.

Your POV

*When you meet Jack*

It was my first All Time Low concert when they finally came to Germany. I had been a fan for so long, it was hard to manage my inner fangirl. I arrived early to the show. Too early. But I didn't care. I wanted to see these guys more than anyone else I knew.

I was one of the first people to get there besides a couple girls who had camped out. Which I had done if I didn't have work the other day.

I was waiting in line three hours before the show started when I had to go to the bathroom. And I mean I really had to go. I couldn't hold it. Luckily, my friend was there with me and she held our spot in line while I went.

I walked out to the bathroom and went. When I came out, the lot was empty. I texted my friend.

Me: Seriously worried about getting attacked.

She didn't answer and I pretended to text like mad so no one would think that someone wouldn't miss me. I ran into something tall and soft. Like a human. I looked up from my phone to apologize and almost dropped my mouth. Jack Barakat?

"Oh! Hey, sorry didn't see you there, I just had to take a piss," he laughed his godforsaken laugh and continued. "Thought everyone was gone. You okay?"

"I- uh, I- uh. I-I'm s-sorry." I stuttered. Smooth, Y/N, smooth. My English sucked and I was making a fool of myself. This was exactly how I wanted to meet Jack. Greeaat.

"You from the area?" He smiled at me, and his eyes did the thing I only saw in pictures, and I could literally die of a heart attack right about now.

All I did was nod.

"That's cool. You wanna show me around town after the show? I'm all free."

"O-okay."

"Cool." He smiled at me again. "Give me your hand." I held out my sweaty hand and he took a sharpie from his pocket and wrote his number on my arm. "Call me when you're ready."

I just nodded again.

"Hey, I didn't get your name, what is it?"

"Y/N." Oh would you look at that? The only thing I didn't fuck up.

Jack checked his phone from his pocket. "Shit I gotta go, catch ya later, Y/N?"

"Okay." I finally smiled. He smiled back and ran off towards the arena.

My heart was probably beating a mile a minute and I couldn't contain the butterflies that were set loose in my stomach. I ran back to tell my friend what had happened and didn't stop smiling for the rest of the night. I hope Jack saw me in the crowd.

*Back up to current events*

Months later, Jack flew me over from Germany to meet up with everyone else. They were only in Germany for a day or so, so I didn't get to meet the rest of them. Meanwhile, Jack and I had been nonstop texting. As much as we could, anyway. It wasn't hard when they were still in Europe, but ever since they went back to Baltimore, it had been harder to talk to him.