Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

Jealousy (Van McCann)

Request prompt: Van's on tour and gets upset about reader getting close to another guy whilst he's away and the resulting fallout...

Warnings: smutty make-up sex session!

"Every relationship's got it's ups and downs Y/N, nobody's perfect."

You're sitting in a pub garden with your best friend Erin, drowning your sorrows.

"I know. I just miss him so much, it's like a part of me's missing when he's gone. I just don't think he feels the same anymore."

You're practically sobbing into your glass of Pinot. Erin knows wine has this effect on you and she should have known better to be honest. She thought taking you out for drinks would cheer you up but now the alcohol's taken hold there's no consoling you.

Of course you know that there's rough and smooth in every relationship, you're under no illusion that yours is a fairytale, but when you think back to meeting Van just under a year ago it certainly seemed like he was some kind of prince sweeping you off your feet. Admittedly it was probably a more adult version of your average fairytale, but nevertheless...

You'd met him by chance in a bar after a show he'd been playing, and although you'd been pretty star-struck at first the chemistry between the two of you just couldn't be ignored. You'd consummated the relationship that very same night back at your apartment, fuelled by the heady excitement of the attraction you both felt.

Since then you didn't think your ardour would ever cool. Van's driven and passionate and his energy is one of the things that keeps your relationship so vibrant, but recently you've been starting to worry.

He's been on tour in the States for four long weeks and he's due back in a few days. You'd normally be beyond excited, marking off the days on your calendar, but this time something's changed. It started off well enough, lingering phone calls when neither of you wanted to hang up, silly selfies sent from different cities, and quite frankly, utterly filthy late night text exchanges, but the last few weeks there's been a shift. Van's been distant. The phone calls have been rushed and sometimes non-existent. Van always apologises profusely, he says he's tired and under pressure, but that's not Van. He doesn't get tired. Maybe he's just getting tired of you.

You swallow the bitter thought along with the dregs of your wine, just contemplating going to the bar to order another, when Erin jumps up out of her seat, waving to someone she's just seen over the other side of the pub garden.

"Jack! Over here!"

You look up in time to see Erin's older brother making his way over to your table and surreptitiously wipe the tears that have started brimming in your eyes away.

"Erin! Didn't realise you were out tonight!" Jack starts, then he notices you sitting across the table and his face lights up. "Y/N! How ya doing? Not seen you for a while. I'm surprised you're not out with that rockstar boyfriend of yours. You're still with him aren't you?"

You smile, it's been a couple of weeks since you saw Jack and you two have always got on so well. Growing up he always had your back whenever you got in a fix, and Erin used to tease you that he always had a soft spot for you.

"Yeah... we're still together..."

Jack nods. "How come you're down here on a Saturday night then and not at some fancy star-studded celeb party?"

"Oh Van's not into all that..." you say, "and besides he's away on tour at the moment in America."

Jack raises his eyebrows as he slips into the seat next to you, mumbling something about how he can't believe Van goes off and leaves you all on your own for weeks on end. You choose to ignore the comment, steering the conversation away from the topic of Van, and before long all three of you are reminiscing about your childhood summers of the past when Jack and his mates used to terrorise you both.