Topic: An imagine where (y/n) tells Jason she's having his baby.
Requested by: lillymadison
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You looked at the pregnancy test sitting down on the bathroom counter. The box said it takes five minutes for a result, but that five minutes seems like it's taking five years. Time is slowly creepy by, and you just want answers. You just want to know if the mood swings, fatigue, and cravings were pregnancy or something else.
You pushed your hair back behind your ears and looked at the test once more. It was finally finished. You held your breath, and with a shaking hand, picked up the piece of plastic. You looked at the bold, black words displaying on it.
Pregnant
Dropping the stick, you sat down on the floor and covered your face with your hands, and before you knew it you were struggling to breathe. You couldn't stop crying, and you weren't sure how to feel about the news. You weren't sure how Jason would feel about the news, and that's what fucked you up the most. He's told you one before that he wasn't ready for kids right now because of his lifestyle, but could that change since that "what if" has turned into a reality?
The front door opened and then closed, followed by what sounded like a bag being dropped on the ground. He was home, and boy were you ready for him not to bed. You picked up the stick once more, looking at it to make sure you hadn't read it wrong, but the same eight letter word was still on it, but in a much lighter color. You gripped it tightly, and slowly walked out of the room.
You saw Jason sitting on the couch. The room smelt of smoke and some other strange smell. You sat beside him. You didn't really know what to do, so you just sat the stick in his lap before whispering out an apology. He took it, looked at it for a moment, and threw it across the room. You didn't expect anything less from him. He looked at you. He was angry.
"How could you let this happen?" He asked.
"I-I don't know," You said, trying not to cry, "I'm on birth control, and we used condoms all of the times we.." You trailed off.
"We'll figure it out, but I have to go. I can't do this right now." He said, jumping up, grabbing his keys, and walking out. You just sat there and looked at the door. You felt empty and alone. Your own boyfriend couldn't even stay and talk about. He just got up and walked away from you like you were nothing.
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You heard the door open once more. You had fallen asleep on the couch. You rubbed your eyes and looked at who had walked in. It was Jason. He was carrying bags from Walmart and a few other places. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch and put the bags in the middle.
"I'm not sure if our baby is going to be a boy or a girl, so I got a bunch of gender neutral things. I hope you liked them, and I'm sorry. Maybe this was meant to happen." He got the first outfit out of the bag. It was a blue onsie with clouds on it.
You and Jason sat down for hours looking at all the things he got, planning the nursery, and thinking about what the future had in store for the both of you. He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face, and said, "I love you, Y/N, and our baby." while rubbing your tummy and giving you a kiss.
Request: ‘imagine where you are kinda starting to date justin and you and justin, your bff and his friends are hanging out at the nice guy (it's the restaurant in la) and being all cute and the paparazzi catches y'all leaving together and he kisses u in the car not realizing the flash’
Warnings: maybe some language
A/N: finally, an imagine after a million years
{Y/N} POV
“Hello and welcome to the Nice Guy! What can I start you guys off with tonight?” The waiter questioned, getting out his notebook to write down what we were going to order.
“I’ll take a soda, um Sprite to be exact.” I responded, smiling up at the waiter. Justin ordered the same and now the waiter was waiting on Ryan, my best friend, and Chaz.
“Guess I’ll take a s—”
“She’ll take a water, as will I and him.” Ryan spoke up, not allowing {Y/F/N} to finish what she was saying.
“Ryan what the hell is your problem? You’re literally cheap every single place we go!” {Y/F/N} yelled at Ryan.
“Are you paying? I didn’t think so,” He replied, taking his phone out and going through out. Every time we went with them anywhere, it was always an argument. And it was always about something stupid.
“You two goof balls do know that I’m paying, right?” Justin said, easing the tension that was present at our table.
“See! I told you Justin was paying Ryan but, no! You think you know everything under the damn sun!” {Y/F/N} continued, not seeming to ease up off of Ryan.
“I never said I knew everything, what the f—”
I kicked Ryan in the shin before he continue what he was saying and said that the drinks were here. Ryan rubbed at his shin while the drinks were being passed out. We thanked the waiter and he left, soon coming back to give us the menus.
“Call me when you’re all ready,” I knew he was hinting at the two dysfunctional lovers sitting across from us but, they assumed he was talking about us or Chaz. Poor Chaz having to deal with all of this.
I picked up my menu and began scanning through it for something that caught my eye. “I think I’m gonna go with the penne vodka. I heard it was good here.”
“Order what you want. No one is here to tell you you can’t except for Ryan maybe,” Justin rolled his eyes and looked through his menu as well. “Guess I’ll go with the chicken parm. What is everyone else getting?”
“We’ll go with the penne vodka,” Everyone else collectively agreed. The rest of the night would hopefully go smoothly, right?
Justin paid the bill and we all left as a group. {Y/F/N} and Ryan were lying off of each other and not arguing for once—shocker! The paparazzi was already outside waiting for us, well Justin to leave. I already knew they weren’t here for me because I wasn’t the celebrity. The troublesome thing was that Justin hasn’t gone public with our relationship, meaning he hasn’t told the general public we were a thing. Justin told me to exit the building before him in which I did. I wasn’t taking any chances.
{Y/F/N}, Chaz and I got into the car first leaving Ryan and Justin behind. They eventally got in but, we were getting nowhere because the paparazzi was blocking us in, literally. Everyone sat with their designated dates except Chaz, he sat with the driver up front. I sat with Justin and we were just talking about dinner.
“I had a good time tonight, besides Ryan and your friend bickering but, other night, it was pleasing.” Justin said. I smiled at him, lightly chuckling to myself. Justin went in for a kiss, as did I, not wanting to leave him hanging. The flashing lights outside went rampant outside but, we chose to ignore it. After our kiss was over, I felt a cool breeze blowing into the car.
“Is there a draft in here or something?” I questioned, rubbing my hands up and down my arms for some warmth.
The driver shook his head no, and I was left confused until that’s when it hit me.
“Oh crap, I left the window open!”
A/N: had to add a gif because, why not? new imagines soon to come :)
Garbo surveyed me up and down, taking a long drag of his cigarette and finishing it before starting. "I've known Joe a little bit longer than you have and I hate to break it to you, he would. Any guy in his position would, especially if they had a girl like you. But, I will say this: he won't wait for marriage, but he does want to be in love."
"Love," I pushed the word around my mouth like I was preparing to spit it out. That was too heavy of a word to just throw out there, and too foreign a concept for me to even start to wrap my mind around, "Then there's nothing to tell. Joe and I aren't in love."
"You sure about that?" And Garbo stuffed his hands in his pockets, going back inside to leave me with a billion more questions.
Chapter 11 - Don’t Trust Me
If there is one thing I’ve learned while on summer vacation, it’s that it pays to be the biggest band in the world right now. French wine, days spent on the beach, nights out on the town, it was no wonder the rich and famous came here. Cannes was a playground.
Luckily, three quarters of us were legal, so we explored the south of France to the fullest... mostly it's nightclubs. It was a bit different without the band, but in a way, it was way better. This time, Joe and I weren't at each other's throats, instead opting to spend it on the dance floor, finding more dark corners to sneak off to, away from any possible prying eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I was this happy, this free. I loved being part of this family, and I loved being with him.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him as we took a walk along the beach on our last full day in this paradise. We both had been quiet, which was always welcome in my book, but Joe held a different quiet about him. He looked almost sad.
With a small sigh, he looked up and gave me a weak smile, "You, to be honest."
"Me?" That wasn't the answer I had been expecting, and I certainly hoped that thinking of me didn't make him sad.
"Yeah, but not in a bad way or anything. At least, I hope not bad." He was starting to scare me. Was he going to break up with me? Was he not having as much fun as I had been? "Have you thought about what is going to happen to us after your internship is over?"
The question hit me like a wave, icy at first and just plain uncomfortable. Sure I had, I thought about it before any of this had happened, but I really tried hard to push it out of my mind. I wanted to enjoy now with him, not waste it worrying about the future.
"Yes, of course," I started slowly, trying to choose my words as delicately as possible. Obviously, he had his own thoughts on this relationship and I didn't want to invalidate them, "It's hard to make any definitive plans right now, Joe, being that I don't know anything more than you do. What are your thoughts?"
"I was hoping that we would stay together, " he said plainly, not sugarcoating it, which right now, I appreciated, "I know we don't know anything, but I think that's okay. What I want is for you to get a job you like, and we'll figure out the rest of it."
It warmed my heart to hear him say that, but the logical part of my brain was screaming the obvious: long distance relationships are extremely difficult, and at not yet 19, Joe may be just a little bit naïve.
"I'm so happy that you understand that I want my own career and that I'm not going to put mine on hold for yours. But, at the same time, are you okay with the thought of being in a long distance relationship possibly?" It was hard to even say it, but I needed to know that he understood the gravity of what he was committing to.
When he didn't answer, I knew that he hadn't thought it through completely, and part of me was okay with that. Another part of me wanted to shake him and cry because he was doubting our future, but mostly I was okay with it. It wasn't that I was doubtful, because I really wasn't, but saying that you'll make it work and actually making it work were two different things.
Bending down, Joe picked something up off the sand, turning it over in his hands. He looked me in the eyes, a reassuring smile on his face as he took my hand in his, pressing the object into it. "I want to be with you, Mandy. Whatever it takes."
With a smile and a new lightness in my heart, I opened my hand to find he had given me a shell, dark indigo on one side, and pearly white on the other.
The flight back to the States was long and laborious, flying from Cannes to Paris, Paris to New York, then New York to LAX over the course of a day and a half. I was a zombie most of it, just shuffling along and doing what I was told, not wanting to get lost. Nick had somehow managed to squeeze the group into a secret show at the House of Blues when they got back, so the brothers and Kevin Sr mostly poured over plans and technicalities while Denise and I went over my article. I decided to skip the entirety of the vacation, being that it had nothing to do with the tour or the band and was a family function, plus it could come off as bragging in a way, how they were now afforded the opportunity to vacation in the south of France. I did add a little bit about how the family reacted when the photos surfaced, how they didn't panic, and how I did. Denise thought it was important to show how no matter what anyone writes, these boys, these three boys, are her sons, they are real people.
It felt a little weird, having this sort of power and in a way, new pressure. I already felt that I had to make this article good, not only for myself, but to not let Krissy down, and to get a job out of this experience. But now, I couldn't let Denise or the guys down either. I had been put in the position of enormous access, like no one ever had before, and I really couldn't screw it up. I didn't want to lose the trust of the family.
I have never been to LA, but I guess I didn't really expect what was happening. We had landed at LAX and were immediately greeted by cameras, not even waiting for us to leave the airport, and instead decided that baggage claim was a good spot. They shouted questions at the group, the guys opting to nod and smile but not answer anything. I walked, head down, just behind the guys with Frankie while Big Rob made a hole to the car, but I couldn't help and peek up when some of the questions were being directed at me.
How was vacation?
What's it like to be dating Joe?
Can we get a kiss?
All of it only soured my mood towards the press. While being "out" would possibly help to lessen the frenzy, I really thought it would only serve to make things worse. Once they got something, they would want everything. A soft hand on my back brought me back to the situation and I climbed into the car, Joe on my one side and Denise on the other.
"Don't worry about them. You're going to tell your story," she reassured and I gave a smile, knowing she was right. I laid my head on Joe's shoulder, closing my eyes for a bit. I was tired, physically and mentally. I wanted a cigarette but I knew that I wouldn't be able to get one until much later. It had been a long time since we had stopped moving and I was welcoming the change. The thought of sleeping in one bed, away from all the cameras and stupidity almost made me want to cry.
"Dani is landing at Burbank in about 2 hours," Kev reported to no one in particular, messing with his phone once again, "So we need to get back within an hour so the car can pick me up at home."
"We'll be there in plenty of time if the traffic is okay," Big Rob responded. From what I had heard, traffic in LA was notorious and that was not good. There were so many cars on the road trying to get away from the airport and it seemed like we would never get home. Joe snaked his arm across my shoulder and started rubbing my back, calming my nerves. I snuggled my face into his neck a little more, breathing him in deeply. God, he smelled so good, so comforting. All I needed was him and I would be home.
Thankfully, we did make it up to the house before Kevin had to leave again. The house the completely different than the New Jersey house. The Jersey house was a typical family home, enough space for everyone and everything, but a little cramped when that everything came back from traveling around the world. This house, this was a mini mansion, and not so on the mini side. It had a front gate and high wrought iron fences, so no one could climb and get in, something I never really thought about needing before. The house itself was a dark sage green with a red door, and besides being big, was generally inconspicuous. I found out very quickly that we weren't actually in Hollywood, although it was just on the other side of the mountain, and Disney's main offices were about a 10 minute drive. And from what I could glean from listening, they were not the only famous people on the block, though I didn’t dare ask who else was here.
We stepped into the house to a large light foyer with white marble flooring that wrapped around towards the back, and a hardwood grand staircase leading to the second floor. In an instant, the family scattered, but Joe took my suitcase and hoisted it up to the landing, making it look almost too easy. After nearly five weeks on the road, I had gathered my fair share of souvenirs that had weighed down my luggage considerably. All that working out clearly was paying off and I wouldn’t be a human female if I hadn’t stared at his arms, muscles flexing.
“Your house is insane…” I commented, whipping my head around to take in as much as I could. There were gold and platinum records on the walls, sprinkled in amongst the traditional family portraits and school pictures. It was almost funny how it still felt like their New Jersey house.
“It’s… necessary,” and he opened the door to a modestly sized guest room that had a view of the front yard and driveway, “When we got signed, we needed to be near the studios and offices and it was getting crazy living at the Oakwoods. So, my parents found this house, which was one of the only ones that was close to work and yet big enough for all of us, plus a few guests.” He seemed a little put out about living here, which baffled me a bit. "This place was amazing. But then again…"
“But it’s not home,” I finished for him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He nodded gently and sat beside me, playing with my fingers absentmindedly. Chicago would always be my home, no matter where I lived. LA must be just as intimidating for him as it is for me.
“It still feels as foreign to me as a hotel suite. The house in Wycoff, that’s where I grew up. That bedroom, that’s my home, at least until I move out on my own.”
“You want to move out?”
“Well, yeah, eventually. I know that now wouldn’t be a good time, and I’m not ready, but probably within a year or so. Maybe when Nick finishes school up, he and I can get a place together,” he dreamed out loud and I couldn’t help but smile. A part of my heart ached for him, for that dream, and longed to be part of it, but the logical part of my brain knew that the odds were that I was never going to see that dream come true.
“Just know that you have a standing invitation at my place, wherever it is that I land,” I reassured and he matched my smile, leaning over to softly capture my lips in his own.
“Is that right? I can’t wait for sleepovers…” he whispered, a hand traveling up the side of my thigh as my fingers tangled in his hair. It had been so long since we had any real alone time and dreams of naughtiness flooded my brain, the thought of waking up next to him, skin to skin, his breath quickening at my touch, the longing at my core only getting worse with each passing moment.
“Mom wants your laundry in the next 2 minutes or else you won’t have any clean underwear,” Nick interrupted, Joe and I sitting back up from our laying position on the bed, his hair fluffy from my hands, my lips swollen, “And it would probably be better for us all if she doesn’t catch you guys like that.”
The blood rushed to my cheeks and I couldn’t help but look down, completely embarrassed. Of course I knew that Joe and I wouldn’t ever get any real alone time, but it was nice to pretend for a few moments. Joe tilted my chip up and placed a soft, tender kiss on my lips before leaving the room, presumably to get his laundry going. He may be a rock star, but when mom says to do your chores, you do you chores. I unpacked and sorted my suitcase, finding that I really didn’t have any clean clothes anymore, being that I hadn’t done laundry since being in New Jersey. It was almost depressing how few cute clothes I had; if it wasn’t a tee or jeans, it wasn’t in my wardrobe. The show was tonight and I wanted more than anything to look good. This was LA, the standards were much higher now.
This whole not moving thing was a little strange to me, which in and of itself was very strange. We would be here until the end of my internship and I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I took what little clothes that were still clean and hung them in the closet, placing my toiletries on the dresser and in the bathroom, and after about five minutes, I still didn’t know what to do. It bothered me that being in one spot wasn’t normal for me anymore. I had heard stories about catching the “travel bug” and never wanting to come off of tour, but I thought that only happened to the artists, not their staff. Sitting on my bed, I had to admit to myself: being on tour meant that I could ignore the outside world. Now that we weren’t constantly moving, the news could find me.
The front door closed and I heard Denise scream for a moment before running. It must have startled everyone in the house because Joe, Nick, and myself all poked our heads out of our rooms, Nick running to the bannister to look over.
“Dani’s here,” he informed us and a small wave of excitement moved through me. Finally, someone else who sort of knew how I felt. Joe looked over towards me and held out his hand, the two of us descending the stairs to meet everyone in the kitchen. There she was, sitting at the kitchen table, looking just how she looked over skype a week and a half before, her hair perfectly curled, wearing a cute dress and wedge sandals. She had been up earlier than us and flying for over five hours and she still looked better than me.
"Mandy! I'm so excited to meet you!" She exclaimed and stood, coming over and embracing me in a soft hug. I hugged her back in kind, a little taken aback that she was excited to meet me. Since London, all Kevin could talk about was her and how he couldn't wait to get home to see her, and she wants to meet me?
"Oh wow, you're Dani," I said, feeling like this piece of our tribe had come back. I had heard so much about her it was insane to finally be meeting her, "How was your flight?"
"It was eh, as early morning flight are, but then this guy showed up," and she put her arm around Kevin's waist, "With a car and flowers, and now we're here and there's bacon, so it's good now." I couldn't agree with her more about the being here part. Denise had already started with laundry and had every ingredient imaginable out on the kitchen island, making food for everyone. It was her way of bringing us all together. Now that we were all back and not tied to each other, it will be interesting to see how much the brothers really hang out. Everyone loaded up their plates but I passed, wanting to really get settled in my room and to clean up before we headed to the show.
Instead, I fell asleep on the bed, fully clothed and my monster pile of laundry on it too. I should probably have been more excited about meeting Dani and getting to be a part of their inner world, but I couldn’t really do it right this second. A nap was what I needed, and snuggling with my boyfriend would have made it perfect.
“Knock, knock…” a soft woman’s voice came from my door, waking me. Wiping the drool from my lips, I sat up, trying to make myself look presentable. Why was it that I always seemed to look like a complete disaster whenever Dani was around? “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were sleeping! I just wanted to see if you wanted some help getting ready…”
“No, no, it’s okay,” I assured her, pulling a hand through my hair and kind of glancing around the room, “You want to help?” It was a little confusing to me, her wanting to help me get ready. I wish that I could say that I would be fine getting ready on my own, but who was I kidding?
“Well, I really want to talk with you, but I’m bad at making excuses,” she explained, looking a little embarrassed. She had no reason to be embarrassed, I was the human tornado. After a sufficient amount of awkwardness between us, she said, "So what are you wearing to the show tonight?"
"I have no idea. I don't have anything except jeans and t-shirts," I explained, going through my clothes, both clean and dirty, "I mean, I guess this is no different than any other show on this tour, but at the same time, I kind of wanted to look good. I know that doesn't really make sense..."
"No, it does. At every other show you were just a member of the crew. Tonight, you're there as his girlfriend," she reasoned, helping me sort though the pile, not hesitating at all.
"Yeah, that's true..." I reasoned. I knew she was right. There was this unspoken pressure about tonight. It was the first show, the first public outing, since Joe and I got together. So far, any picture that had leaked, besides the red carpet ones, were less than flattering, and tonight I would be put back in the position of being spotted by their fans. I didn’t need to give them anything else to use against me.
“I don’t envy you,” Dani said outright, taking me back a bit.
“Are you supposed to?” I asked, not really sure where that came from. I never assumed that she was jealous or upset about all the attention I had been getting, especially because I didn’t want any of it myself.
“You know what I’m getting at. What I said when we first talked, how I would have loved to go to the awards with Kevin, I meant that, but I don’t envy the position it’s put you, and Joe, in. Kevin told me about all the press and the paparazzi basically following you guys from airport to airport, how the fishbowl has gotten much smaller since that night. I don’t wish that pressure on anyone, and I think you’re handling all of this incredibly. Much better than I would have, or will, once we go public.”
“Yeah, but Joe and I aren’t public,” I pointed out, throwing a particularly soiled shirt to a pile in the corner, “And I think that’s what makes all this harder, all the lies. But, at the same time, I don’t want to go public, not yet. I just want to spend time with my boyfriend.” I didn’t want to come off as a whiney ungrateful little girl, but if it were up to me, my boyfriend and I would be going to someone else’s concert, not his own tonight. “Why haven’t you and Kevin gone public?”
She kind of stopped for a second and I thought about taking back my question, but I really wanted to know the answer. They had been together longer, and while they hadn't been as public as Joe and I had been forced into being, so why didn't they just confirm they were together and stopped living in secrecy?
"Mostly for my sake, to be honest. We met before the band became what it is today, and when they first started out, it wasn’t really anything that anyone was interested in. It wasn’t until they were on Hannah Montana that the fans became any sort of issue, then Kevin, myself, my parents, and his parents all sat down and decided that we didn’t need to go public. We didn’t know what it would do to Kevin’s career and I didn’t want the added pressure that comes with that territory, as you know. If you watch any of their late night interviews or anything like that, notice that it’s always Joe who answers the girlfriend question. They do that on purpose.”
My mind went searching for anything that I could think of, but I couldn’t find an instance where I saw that. Then again, my whole view of the band was from the inside and I hadn’t spent any time on Youtube catching up on old videos.
“It was almost a blessing that the whole Miley situation blew up how it did because now, as bad as it sounds, Nick was taking all the heat, and there was a whole company backing their denial. But that’s why I don’t envy you at all. Kevin and I had a few months to date and be a normal couple before everything else became a factor. You, not only are you jumping in right in the eye of the storm, but now to have all the media trying to get pictures of the both of you together too? How are you handling it all?”
“Oh, you know…” I started nonchalantly, trying to keep the dream of a normal life from entering my brain and failing miserably, “Not well. They say I am, but I don’t feel like it’s all okay. You know that I was so scared to leave to hotel in Paris because of the Paparazzi that Joe and I had to sneak out at night to go see any of the sights?”
“You did not sneak out!” she gasped, mostly in shock, and she held up an oversized, thinning, white t-shirt, setting it to the side of all the rejected clothing.
“We did,” I nodded, “I was so distraught at the thought of being in Paris and not getting to see Paris, but I didn’t want to take the risk of being followed again. So I was going to go out alone but Joe caught me and wanted to come with. God, that night was so much fun.” The memory of kissing him at the top of the world, of the way he looked at me while he genuinely listened to me reminisce about the past, I couldn’t help but let a smile crawl across my lips. I longed to do nothing but walk down stairs and wrap myself up in his arms right this second.
“See, that stuff, those moment, those I am envious. But I also know that Kevin and I will have our own times,” she finished with a smile before holding the shirt back up again, “I have an idea for tonight that I think will look killer on you.” I hoped so because I was too nervous to do anything for myself.
Turns out, Dani is a hair stylist back in New Jersey and had a pretty great sense of style herself, so we settled on the big shirt, draped off of one shoulder. It was thin enough that anyone could see I was wearing a black bra, with my tightest black skinny jeans, ankle booties, and long drapey necklaces down my front. She added curls to my hair in no time flat and I topped it off with Joe’s bowler hat that I had pretty much stolen at this point. I had to say, I was liking this. It was cool and effortless, like Los Angeles. I looked my age and like I belonged backstage at a concert, hanging out with the band… even though that band was the Jonas Brothers.
“Jesus…” Joe commented as he came into my room, taking me by my hip and pulling me to him, the two of us getting lost in a deep kiss, his hips pressing into me. He was needy and I didn’t exactly mind it.
“O-kay, I’m going to go find my boyfriend…” and Dani excused herself as my fingers tangled in his hair.
“You’re going to drive me crazy all night with that black bra…” he growled against my lips and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“I take it you approve?” I finished with a small step back, Joe’s fingers trailing down my arms and taking a firm grip on my hands.
“I always approve. You’re beautiful, Mandy,” and I couldn’t help but blush. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to being complimented by someone that wasn’t my mom or dad. I grabbed my purse and we headed down to meet up with everyone, heading out to the House of Blues.
Already, as we pulled around the back of the iconic venue, there was a line of girls hoping to get in. They were running this one much like the New York secret show, with a tweet that went out about two hours before. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, remembering when I was 15 and saw Hanson at the House of Blues in Chicago. The floor shook and seemed to bounce during “If Only” and I couldn’t believe how packed it was. Passes firmly around our necks, Dani and I jumped off the edge of the stage and into the pit, taking in the whole view. The various religious symbols above the stage always fascinated me, the credo “Unity in Diversity, All are One” emblazoned in the middle, and the tiers of balconies, each with their own dedicated bar, seemed like an odd choice of venue for a Disney band, but for the first time this whole tour, they felt more like proper rock stars than teen heartthrobs.
“Is that Miss Mandy I see?” Garbo called from the stage, squinting into the lights.
“GARBO!” I shrieked and ran back towards him, awkwardly climbing up it and crashing into him with a huge bear hug. I had been so caught up with everything that had happened with Joe and the paps that I hadn’t realized how much I missed him.
“Don’t break him, we need our bassist,” Nick commented and I let go, a little embarrassed how happy I was to be back with the band. Now, finally, everything could start getting back to normal.
“Dani, girl, get over here,” Garbo called and she came back over, a lot more elegantly that I did, and he embraced her, as did the rest of the band.
“How many people can fit in here?” I asked, the place looking simultaneously huge and tiny. Some girls were going to be disappointed, for sure, but I think even more will be when they don’t get on the barrier.
“A little over a thousand,” Kevin answered and I nodded. A thousand sounded like a lot, but that was also taking into consideration that there would be people in the back, hanging out by the bar like at any normal show, not an army of teenage girls who all want to be as close as possible to the boys that live on their posters in their rooms, “Hey, can we run through “Free Fallin’” first before we figure out the setlist?” They all nodded and started to warm up, tuning and taking their positions, and Dani and I took that as our cue to go back down and find some seats.
I probably loved the sound check more than the actual show, which was a new feeling for me. The live concert experience, with the crowd and the energy, is what made me want to do music journalism in the first place, but when you're dating the arguable lead singer of the group, there was something special about knowing he was singing only to you. Joe's voice soared over “Free Fallin’" and I couldn't help but smile when he sang that he was a bad boy. The girls didn't even know. All three of the brothers were in top form, the vacation serving to reenergize the band. This was their hometown show; they came back to impress.
Dani and I cheered between the songs, being fangirls, she screaming, "KEVIN I LOVE YOU!" across the venue. He stupid smile said it all. Denise was right, he was going to marry her. It was all too adorable, but not in that cynical way, where you couldn’t believe that these people actually could be that happy, it was in the way that made you happy too. I couldn’t help but wonder if Joe and I would get to that part of a relationship; if our relationship made others happy too and want to be around us. But, then again, it was easier to be in a relationship when the whole world didn’t think they were privileged to the details.
After a few more songs, the band went on a break, and that was my cue to seek out the solace of a cigarette with Garbo, which I had sorely missed. I found him out back, the screams from the queue floating towards us as they let the girls in finally. I shuttered to think what it would look like once I got back inside, but for right now, he lit me a cigarette without even needing to be asked. Such a gentleman.
“Well well well, who do we have here? This couldn’t be Mandy, the intern, could it?” and he held out his hand, spinning me in place to get a look at me. A lot had changed since New York, namely, I was wearing heels, “Europe treated you well.”
“Yeah, me and London get along,” I joked, taking a drag and feeling all the stupid worries float away with the smoke.
“I’ve heard, and so has the world. Have you and Joe banged yet?”
I coughed up my pull at his question, hoping he was messing with me, but the look on his face meant he was completely serious. “Excuse me?”
“Have you two released some of that sexual tension on each other? I get it, you're boyfriend and girlfriend now, which is great and all, but Jesus, you two were practically eye-fucking each other in there.”
"We were not eye-fucking each other at all! Looking at each other is allowed," I snapped back, completely embarrassed and a little pissed off. There was no sexual tension between us to be released... sort of. I mean, making out was always a thrill, both of us pushing our boundaries just a little bit more, and then there was my dream about him back in London... "Do you really think Joe would do that?" I asked, a little too curious for my own good.
Garbo surveyed me up and down, taking a long drag of his cigarette and finishing it before starting. "I've known Joe a little bit longer than you have and I hate to break it to you, he would. Any guy in his position would, especially if they had a girl like you. But, I will say this: he won't wait for marriage, but he does want to be in love."
"Love," I pushed the word around my mouth like I was preparing to spit it out. That was too heavy of a word to just throw out there, and too foreign a concept for me to even start to wrap my mind around, "Then there's nothing to tell. Joe and I aren't in love."
"You sure about that?" And Garbo stuffed his hands in his pockets, going back inside to leave me with a billion more questions.
Love and sex were two of the stupidest and most complex concepts ever. You could have one without the other, for sure, but there was this fascination with having both. That's what the whole purity ring movement was about, that you saved yourself for marriage, and marriage symbolized love. Although, I knew of plenty of marriages that failed and even more people that were disappointed they waited to lose their virginity. I guess I could understand why he would want to wait, and we certainly didn't need something else complicating our relationship, but it still bothered me that Joe was supposedly closer to that point than I was.
With a sigh, I headed back into the venue as the sun went down, heading back to the green room to pop a couple of mints from my purse before finding the boys again. Jogging, I made it just in time for the prayer and huddle, squeezing in next to Joe as Kevin Sr asked for a blessing on the show.
“Have fun. Let your hair down. We’re home. Let’s go out there and show them how we do things in LA,” he encouraged, lifting us all up with his words. I couldn’t help but get excited, Garbo’s conversation leaving my mind. We all put our hands in, chanting ‘showtime’ before Joe turned to me, wrapping his hands around my waist and looking down into my eyes. It was stupid how happy he made me just by looking at me. My hands snaked up against his thin black v-neck shirt and wrapped behind his neck, my thumbs playing with the little hairs that lay there.
“I heard that there’s going to be a pretty special girl in the audience tonight,” Joe teased, biting his bottom lip slightly.
“Oh really? Then you better put on the best show of your life,” I played back, gently brushing my lips against his, whispering, “Go be a fucking rockstar.” He captured my lips with his, a deep and needy kiss that made me hold onto him so I didn’t lose my balance. God, I loved being his girlfriend.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Kevin softly echoed to Dani, the two of them engaging in a sweet kiss.
Nick stood off, awkwardly tuning this guitar, but we all heard him when he muttered, “I need to get a girlfriend.” Sheepishly, I pulled away from Joe, who could only laugh at his poor little brother. It wasn’t easy being the fifth wheel.
“Shall we?” I asked Dani, making sure I had money and my ID in my jeans pocket.
“Yes, lets just find a bathroom before we go to our spot,” and she gave Kevin another little peck before the brothers went one way, and Dani and I exited out to the theater. The floor was completely packed, being that the entire venue was general admission, and I couldn't help but wonder if these little girls were going to be able to handle the pit. The upper level was less crowded and it looked to be some places at the bar, so we climbed the stairs and wove our way over to the restroom.
There were less girls in here, most of them being a bit older than the average girl in the pit. There was one girl who was in the last sink, furiously scrubbing the back of her hand, completely overdressed with a little black dress and hot pink tights. She looked like she dressed to meet one of the guys. She snapped her head up and looked around the bathroom and the worst, high pitched screech came out of her mouth at the sight of us.
"DANIIIIIIIIIIIII" I made out through the noise and the girl ran over, embracing Dani in an unwelcome hug, her arms stiff at her sides as the girl held her tightly. A few of the others glanced at the sight but paid no real attention, which I was thankful for. I didn’t want any attention drawn to us, not in such close quarters with no escape, “Dani, I’m so glad you’re here! I feel like it’s been forever!”
Dani just gave me a look like she was confused, and I couldn’t offer her any clues as to who this girl was. Now that she was closer, I could see the faint remains of a black X that was marked on the back of her hand, evidence of what she was scrubbing off. The blonde stepped back for a moment but held her hands on the top of Dani’s arms, not letting us get away.
“Oh, I know…” she bluffed with a smile, “With work and all, it’s hard to get away sometimes. Have you met Mandy?” and she introduced me, dragging me into the weird conversation.
“We haven’t yet! It’s so nice to meet you, Mandy,” and the blonde stuck out her red raw hand, “I’m Tiff.”
Fucking hell.
I flashed back to what Kevin had said weeks prior, that Tiff had stuck around long enough to find out about Dani, and I supposed that meant that they had met at some point. My stomach lurched as I politely shook her hand, grasping just a little too firmly, deciding right away that she and I were not going to be friends in any sense of the word. I couldn't help but wonder is Joe knew she was here, and if he did, why didn't he warn me? Had he talked to her since being back from Europe?
Dani excused herself to use the facilities and Tiff went back to scrubbing her hand in the sink while I stood awkwardly against the wall. "So, Mandy, how do you know Dani?"
"Um, well, you know, I'm working for the company right now..." I answered, not wanting to tell her more than she needed to know, plus there were other people in this bathroom and I didn't know who was listening. She finally finished scrubbing her hand and went to dry them just as Dani finished up. I gave Dani a look like we needed to get out of here as soon as possible, to which she nodded.
“Oh, so you’re the intern I’ve heard about…” she expressed, pointing a finger at me for emphasis.
“You’ve… heard?” I asked, the three of us leaving the bathroom and weaving in and out of clumps of girls, making our way back to the center bar. What exactly has she heard? If she knew about Dani, there was a distinct possibility that she had heard of me.
“Well yeah, duh. Joey told me that a journalism intern was joining them for the summer,” Tiff clarified and I breathed a little sigh of relief.
“So, what do you do again?” Dani asked as we took three seats at the bar. Tiff’s eyes lit up, clearly excited that she was the focus of attention once again.
“I moved out here about six month ago to be an actress. Daddy let me take some from my trust fund so that I’m comfortable while I make it,” she explained and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She didn’t need to work and from the sound of it, she didn’t really want to either. She was out here to be famous and make a living doing that.
“Wow, an actress? What have you been in?” I asked.
“Well, right now, I’m booking a lot of appearances than actual shows, but you might remember me as the damsel in distress from the “Burnin’ Up” video. That’s how Joey and I met. In fact, I have an appearance next week and I’m going to ask him to come with me.” The fuck he was going with her. Over my dead body he was going with her. Obviously, she didn’t pay any attention to the tabloids, or she didn’t care. To her, Joe was still single. Or, maybe not single, but definitely not with anyone else but her.
"Okay, I need a drink," I stated, swiveling around in my seat. The other two girls nodded as the bar tender came over, asking for our order, "I have a Manhattan, please," settling on a whiskey drink.
"I'll have a Sprite and vodka," Dani ordered.
"And I'll have.... oh! A Cosmo!" Tiff was way too excited for such a basic drink.
"Great ladies, I'll just need to see some ID," and Dani and I went for our wallets.
"Actually, I'll just have a sparkling water with a lemon wedge," Tiff changed, a slight frown on her face. She was underage, of course. "I'm driving. Better safe than sorry!" The bartender checked our identification and motioned to our hands, checking for something.
"You two with the band?" And we nodded, "Your drinks are covered. Yours will be $3," and Tiff scoffed a bit. That's why she was scrubbing her hand so furiously. She wanted to drink for free.
"That's ridiculous. It's just water..." she mumbled under her breath as our drinks were set out at the bar, but she handed over some cash anyway.
"There are a lot of people looking at us..." Dani noticed as she took a sip of her drink and I became hyper aware of all the eyes on us. The few older girls who also got up the bar level were watching, plus some of the others that were positioned on the balcony banisters and could look up to where we were. My stomach lurched. I just wanted to enjoy the show as a fan for once and not have to fight or fend off a bunch of fans.
"They probably recognize me," Tiff quipped and slapped on a huge, perfect smile at everyone, which deterred no one.
"I get the idea that you don't pay attention to the press much," I said, and the girl shook her head furiously.
"Oh god no. I don't want that negativity in my life. I figure that there will always be someone who hates everything and I can't let what people think dictate my life," she lectured and for a moment there, I almost thought that she was insightful. At least, it was a very mature attitude of her to have, if I didn't feel like it was all utter bullshit.
The lights went down in the theater and the screams went up, including a piercing one right into my right ear. Tiff and Dani both leaped to their feet and got on the bannister. All I could do was follow suit, taking my place in the middle. Just like New York, no gimmicks or pyro, just the guys, the band, music, and their fans. Anyone who was able to get into this was going to witness something special. Kevin played the opening notes of “SOS” and the whole place went insane. Tiff was bouncing like she was down in the pit with those girls, like she had never seen them perform before. Who know, maybe she hasn't.
Dani was excited, obviously, although she was much more reserved than she was at soundcheck, settling into swaying her hips with the music. I took sips of my drink, bobbing my head a little bit. I don't think I could ever be one of the complete fangirls like the ones that were crying right on the barrier, but their music had grown on me since I had started this crazy trip.
"Oh my god, aren't they just the best," Tiff cried out, echoing the sentiment that most, if not all the girls in the area had. I could only smile weakly, not that she even paid any attention to me. The whole band sounded great; I suppose a week and then some off to relax will do that to you. Though, Joe especially was on fire, working the entire stage, having limitless energy as they went into Inseparable. The crowd went even more insane, if that was even possible, and I had to admit that I got excited too. They never really played this on the tour and it was definitely one of their rock songs, one that really separated them from the other kiddy rock bands that had come before.
I couldn't help but notice Kevin sneaking glances up at Dani when they sang, "Even when we're miles and mile apart, you're still holdin' all of my heart." They were stupid cute. Her smile was so wide I thought her cheeks would break off. Tiff let out an audible "Awwwww," which made some of the girls around us look over. Not exactly the type of attention Dani, or Kevin, wanted.
A few more songs passed, and another Manhattan for me, the boys pulled out “Free Fallin’", and I could see some of the parents in the audience perk up, finally a song they really knew. Nick and Kevin played acoustics, Joe sat in the middle of the stage on a stool, perfectly comfortable with the throngs of girls screaming at him when she sang that he's a bad boy, and I couldn't help but let a smile crawl across my lips. He was my bad boy. Dani and I snuck a look at each other, both knowing how lucky we were to be part of these guys amazing life. It was more than just the money or the fame, or wanting to make other girls jealous. It was how, even from across a crowded room, one look, one smile, made the whole world fall away. The stress, finding a job, the paparazzi, none of that mattered as long as I was with Joe. It would all be okay. I'm sure Dani felt the same way about Kevin. They were meant to be together.
They transitioned into "When You Look Me in the Eyes" and the whole place ramped up to 10, as it always did when they pulled out the older songs, and the glow sticks people had bought went up in the air, like lighters. It was always fun to watch Joe and Nick play off of each other, trading lines, and really, this was one of their best songs. From the middle of the stage, just as the chorus was kicking in, Joe lifted his head right towards me, his eyes locking with mine, singing his heart out to me, not caring that everyone would see. My cheeks flushed and I bit my lip, not daring to break the eye contact, and it felt like a few hours earlier, like he was only singing to me, like he wrote those words for me.
"Oh my god, Joe's looking right at me!" Tiff screamed in my ear, ending the moment, and I wanted to throw her over the balcony. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking at me. Me. His girlfriend. Tiff could officially fuck right off. She went back to screaming her head off before I could even respond, but Dani linked arms with me, giving my hand a knowing squeeze.
For the first time, I wish we had made our relationship public, not that Tiff would have paid any attention. I knew he was signing to me, and that was enough, but it bothered me that some other girl tried to hijack my moment. Maybe the world didn't need to know, but she did, and I couldn't be the one to tell her. Joe had to be.
But, all that worry slipped away as soon as I heard the chord ring out of Kevin's guitar, Dani nudging me in the ribs, a knowing grin on her face. My face fell into my hands, embarrassed beyond words and stupidly happy that they were playing “Mandy” again. Those in the audience who knew the song screamed, but Tiff stopped bouncing immediately, looking around, confused. And just like New York, they sang it for me, and the people that were around the three of us up in the balcony, they knew something was up. Short of throwing an actual spotlight on me, Joe was making every effort to make sure I knew how he felt about me. My cheeks flushed but I couldn't help but smile and sing along. I guess this was it. We were going public.
They played for nearly two hours, the audience barely being able to keep up with their energy. After the final encore of “Burnin’ Up” (with Tiff screaming even louder than before, trying her best to get Joe’s attention from the stage), their final show on the Burnin Up tour was over. It was bittersweet in a way. I very highly doubted I would ever get to go on tour with another band again, and it meant that I was just a few short weeks from being released from my internship. But, then again, it also meant that maybe, just maybe, some of the insanity would die down.
Girls on the floor were crying as others shuffled around them, making their way out of the venue. Dani and I turned from the balcony, setting our empty glasses on the bar and leaving a tip for the bartender, even if we didn’t have to.
“I heard that you guys are going over to the bowling alley to celebrate?” Tiff asked as she closed her phone, both of us just giving her a blank look. I had no idea what the plans for the rest of the night were, but I hadn’t heard anything. “Anyway, I’m sure I’ll see you two around!” and she grabbed each of us in turn, squeezing us into unwanted hugs before she bounced away, getting swallowed by the masses. If I had my way, I would never see her again.
Making our way back down, we waited along the sidelines for the place to empty, not wanting to chance trying to get to the back while someone could be paying attention. Thankfully, security shooed the crying girls out fairly quickly and the two of us snuck backstage, following the sounds of celebration from down the hall. The champagne was flowing, the band spraying it on each other, but as soon as we entered the room, Joe set his bottle down, crossing over to me and capturing my lips with his, lifting me up with one arm. The whole situation went right to my brain, the taste of sweat and champagne making my head go dizzy. He nipped at my bottom lip again and I held onto him tighter, wishing he and I could be alone for the rest of the night. My shirt got damp from his sweat but I didn’t care. God, he was amazing.
“There’s an afterparty at the bowling alley across the street, whenever we’re ready to head over,” Nick informed the room at large as Joe finally set me back down to Earth, a stupid grin plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but notice that Garbo had excused himself from the celebrations, his accusations from earlier echoing fresh in my mind and a whole new wave of anxiety washed over me. I pulled on my white shirt a little bit, trying to make it a little less transparent.
“I just want to change and I think we’ll be ready,” Joe answered, sneaking another kiss from me before disappearing into the dressing room.
“So, I guess Tiff was right,” Dani commented, gathering up her purse and other things. I could only nod. Why was all of this bothering me so much? Okay, yeah, so Tiff knew something before I did, but obviously somebody tipped her off. It wasn’t unheard of, after all, she was part of this circle, in a weird way. But I couldn’t place what was bothering me about Garbo. It wasn’t just his words, his thought that maybe Joe and I were not on the same level in the relationship. It was like something about me being with Joe bothered him. But then again, that didn’t make sense. Garbo was one of the people encouraging me to be with Joe in the first place.
A few minutes later and the trio emerged, freshly changed and no longer soaking wet. Our little entourage left out the back door, piling into the SUV that had been waiting for us, and it pulled out of the venue and into the bowling alley that was quite literally across the street. It was excessive, being that we could have walked, but even now, there were fans wandering around the parking lot of the House of Blues, so unless we wanted to start a riot, driving was the only option. The car pulled around the back and we all piled out, Joe offering me his hand like a perfect gentleman, and I gladly accepted it.
The alley was closed to the public but it was still decently packed, full of friends and people the boys knew from work. The backlights and lasers were on, my shirt glowing in the semi-darkness, but as soon as we approached the first group of people, Joe broke away. Selena and Demi were here, giving hugs and excited screams all around, but I couldn’t help but notice Miley wasn’t around. Not that I really wanted to meet her.
“Joey!!!” broke through the loud pop music that was playing and Tiff came out of nowhere, running as fast as she could in her heels, and she wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck so fast and so tight that he couldn’t avoid it, “Oh-emm-gee baby, your show was so good!!”
“Oh my god, Tiff, you’re here…” Joe replied in disbelief, his eyes snapping to mine in a panic.
“Of course I am, silly! When I heard you were playing a show I just had to be there to show my support! And then Selena texted me that you were going to be partying over here, so I absolutely had to come say hi in person!” she explained, to no one’s interest except mine, “I missed you, Joey. These phone calls just weren’t enough!” So Selena was to blame for this miss, which made sense. Her and Nick were looking mighty cozy at a lane, and she and Tiff must have met on the set of Burnin Up.
The boys worked the room, or rather, two of them worked the room and one worked on a girl. They knew everyone here in some way or another and it was getting impossible to remember anyone’s names, and no one actually wanted to talk to me. They all wanted their time with the band.
Without even excusing myself, I stepped away from it all, taking a seat at the bar. I didn’t even really want to drink or anything like that, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It was just as Kevin had said back at the Hall of Fame. These friends, these people that they only saw a handful of times in a year, that they had only known for a few months, these were the people that were now important. It was so odd now that I was witnessing it firsthand. All of it just seemed so fake. They claim they know what Kevin, Joe, and Nick’s lives are like, but none of them do. None of them are there for the 4 am wake up calls or the interviews or sound checks. None of them know about the struggles, the secrets. None of them know about me.
“Are you Mandy?” a voice startled me and I swung my seat around, coming face to face with a black woman who was definitely older than I was but dressed way cooler than any of the kids here.
“Why? Who is asking?” I asked slowly, not really trusting the situation. The woman smiled a knowing smile and pulled out a business card, handing it to me with purpose. Even through the blacklight I could make out the logo. My hands couldn’t stop shaking.
“I’m Joy Richards, assistant editor at Rolling Stone. I hear you’re writing an article. Let’s talk sometime,” she introduced and as quickly as she approached, she left through the back door.
A/N: it’s been awhile but guess i’ll finish this story up ASAP because i’m getting bored of it and people wanted it. so without further ado...
Brooke Wilcox POV
So all of a sudden, Jason McCann was a chicken. He didn’t want to meet me because he didn’t want to jeopardize his freedom. I shut off my phone and placed it on the table, figuring out where I could have gone wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have told him who my father was.
Of course, how could I have been so stupid! I rested my head on the pillow on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Whether or not he wanted this, I still wanted to go see him, but how?
My father’s laptop! I got up from my bed and headed out of my room, down the hall to my father’s room. He was rarely home so I had every chance to use this. Just to be on the safe side, I peeked into his room to make sure and the coast was clear. I walked into the room and sat around his desk where he kept all his police work. I made sure not to move anything or else it would give away me being in here.
I opened the screen and to my luck, it was already unlocked and ready to be used. I clicked on the icon that read ‘criminal search’ and put the mouse in the search bar that was in the middle of the page. I typed in Jason’s name and waited for the page to load up. Bingo! Found just what I needed.
“Brooke, sweetie! I’m home! Where are you?” I heard my father call from downstairs. He was home awful quick. I turned the printer on and quickly printed the page of Jason’s information. “Brooke! Where are you sweetheart?” I exited out of the application and turned off the monitor all while folding the piece of paper I printed out and putting it in my back pocket. I got up from the seat in time before my father could see what I was doing.
“Brooke. The hell are you doing in here?” My father questioned.
“Looking for my charger,” I replied, unsure with my response. “I don’t think it’s in here,” I got up from the swirly chair and began walking out the room.
“Not so fast, young lady.” My dad put his arm out to stop me. “What have I told you about coming in my office without my permission?”
“Not to,” I answered, rolling my eyes. My old man babying me was starting get old and annoying.
“That’s what I thought. If you need to come in here, ask first.”
I nodded my head in acknowledgement and apologized before hauling ass back to my room, locking the door to keep any unwanted visitors out. I took the piece of paper I had in my back pocket and unfolded it. You did well Brooke, I thought to myself. Now, all I really had to do was find him but, first, I needed a means of transportation. I haven’t gotten my license yet, so how was I supposed to get there?
I could ask a friend..yeah, that’s what I could do. But, what if he decides to hurt him or even worse, kill me?
He’s a dangerous guy, was I really going take that risk?
Yes. Yes I was.
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A/N: third chapter is finally here lol. my updates for forbidden love will continue to be slow because in all honesty, i lost interest in this so.. not sure when the next update will be. not expecting this to get a bunch of likes but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this was short sorry. next part will be longer.
ALSO, requests are open. inbox has been dry for a long time now
A/N: i am so so SO sorry for the long wait but here it is my loves :)
Request: ‘Can u do an imagine where I took a bullet for Justin even tho he's my ex and cheated and he cried when he saw me in the hospital and held me tight and we get back together‘
Warnings: well if guns make you uncomfortable then you’ll have to pass on this one, some language
{Y/N} POV
It was a night out for me and my girls. Since I was recently single, I deserved to treat myself to a little me time. We had a reservation booked at this expensive restaurant in downtown Los Angeles. And of course, it was the one Justin took me to on our very first date! I knew all the memories would all come flooding back but, I was hear for a good time. We were seated at a table that would accommodate our big party and were given our menus to look for what we wanted to order.
I decided to keep it simple and go with some pasta because why not? I wasn't an avid wine drinker but, now that I was single, I've taken up wine drinking. I assumed that this is what happened when you've been under someone else’s control for so long—you start taking up hobbies or patterns you've never originally done. The girls ordered what they wanted and the waiter took our menus and fetched what we ordered. Some time passed between us ordering and waiting for our food, and within that time, the last person on Earth I wanted to see entered the building.
“Major hottie alert!” One of my friends spoke up but, quickly shut up once she noticed who it was. “Too soon?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her stupidity. I prayed that Justin wouldn't look over in this direction because tonight would've been a bust. I noticed a menu at the table opposite from us and decided to take it so I wouldn't have to see him. I opened the menu and set it up, right in front of my view or anyone else’s view. I peeked up to make sure he wasn't looking at me but, instead I just got weird looks from everyone in the room.
Tonight was going to be rather interesting.
After eating plates upon plates of food, I was ready to get out of here. Justin was still here and I was starting to get suspicious of him. He sat there all night by himself, at first I assumed he was waiting for his date, but that didn't answer my question. Maybe he was just spying on me. The now drunken girls and I headed out of the restaurant. I glanced over my shoulder to see if Justin was going to follow but, he didn't seem interested in the slight commotion.
I closed the door behind me and had to keep the girls in order because they were tumbling all over places they needn't be. How the hell was I supposed to take care of 4 drunken females when I can barely take care of myself? I heard the door behind me open and close and a voice spoke.
“Need help?”
I already knew who it was just based off the voice. I turned around to face the disembodied voice and was faced with Justin. “I guess,” I responded, showing no absolute interest in him. Maybe he would just help you and leave you alone, I thought to myself. Probably not. Justin took two of the girls, while I took the other two, walking them to the car parked on the side. This was going to be a long walk.
Almost to the car, a faceless figure came stalking toward this way. Once they got closer, I could make out the face and noticed that it was one of the girls’ boyfriend. Come on, not right now!
“What the hell is this? What the hell are you doing with my girl Bieber?” Tony growled, not even bothering to acknowledge my presence.
“What does it look like buddy? Your girl and her friends are drunk and I’m helping {Y/N} take them back to the car.” Justin responded. He attempted to continue walking past Tony but, he blocked the way. “Look, are you going to move or what?”
“You got some nerves bro,” Tony scoffed. He glanced back at me and then back at Justin and I could tell something was off. Tony was always known for being dangerous, blew my mind how he ended up with one of my friends, but I had a bad feeling something bad was about to happen. And, just as I had suspected of something bad happening, Tony pulled a gun out from his jacket pocket and aimed it at Justin. The girls screamed in causing people to look over and see what was going on.
Something came running over towards us and I began telling them that we didn't need their help. We really needed help from the professionals. I set the two girls I had down on the pavement against the wall and began reasoning with Tony.
“Look, it doesn't have to be like Tony. If you shoot him, you could spend a lot of time in jail, or even prison. You don’t want that.”
“You don’t know what I want {Y/N}! Mind your god damn business!” Tony barked. I took a step back and left it between Justin and Tony.
“Alright Tony, why don’t I just set your girl down and you’ll be on your merry way? Sounds right, doesn't it?” Justin spoke up.
I knew Tony wasn't going to let Justin off the hook and he seemed like he really wanted to shoot him. The guy from earlier who came over to help us grew impatient and decided to take things into his own hands. He shoved Tony causing the gun to go off. Everything happened so quickly but, I didn’t even think twice with jumping in front of Justin, taking the bullet. After that, everything went dark.
I slowly opened my eyes and heard the beeping sound coming from the EKG next to my bed. I went to sit myself up but, winced in pain clutching at my arm.
“Oh thank god you’re awake,” I heard Justin’s voice say from the corner of the room. “You had me so worried about you. I was crying for over an hour.”
Keep lying Justin. These lies were just getting better and better from him. I rolled my eyes at his remark and I turned over on my side so I didn't have to see him.
“You know, you didn't have to take that bullet for me, but I’m glad you chose to. Guess that means you still have feelings for me.”
I rolled my eyes once more and turned back over onto my back to see him, face-to-face. “Look, I don’t need your lies to make me feel better. And I didn't do it for you, I did it for my friends.”
“Well, regardless of what you say or think, you did take the bullet for me because you have feelings for me. Both you and I know that {Y/N}, quit lying to yourself.” Justin said, taking a seat on the bed. I moved myself over some to leave some space between him and I. “Why can’t you give us a second chance?”
“Because I don’t believe in second chances, especially not for someone who had the audacity to cheat on me and lie about it when asked. Liars don’t get second chances.”
Justin didn’t respond for almost 15 minutes. I assumed he was still processing everything I just said to him. He was the one who made the mistake with cheating on me. Liars and cheaters don’t get second chances. Although he wasn’t talking and I was happy with that, the silence was getting too uncomfortable for me.
“Are you going to say something?” I broke the silence. Justin simply shrugged his shoulders, not answering me. I was giving him a reason to talk to me and now he wasn't going to take it. I couldn't help but reminisce on the memories we shared together. I spent almost my entire life with him but, he messed that up for us. I wanted him back like crazy but, I wasn't going to openly admit it. “Fine. since you don’t want to answer that question, what if I told you that I still believed in us?”
That seemed to have caught his attention. He tensed up and turned around to face me. “Really?” he questioned quietly. I nodded my head in confirmation and it seemed to make him a little more happier than he was before.
Request: ‘Can u do imagine where YN and Justin are broken up and they both are famous and they go to an award show and Justin keeps staring at YN bc he wants her back?and u can do the rest💕💕💕’
Warnings: none
A/N: {Y/S/T} stands for ‘your song title’ and {Y/A/N} stands for ‘your album name’. this imagine was kind of long, sorry!
{Y/N} POV
“This LA traffic sure kills,” my manager said at the front of the car. We were currently on our way to the Billboard Music Awards, which was scheduled to start in thirty and we were about ten minutes away. The thing was, you could never be right abut how late you’re going to be in California. You’re either early or late, nothing in between.
Tonight, I was joined by my manager, my mom and a friend. My friend was the plus one because Justin was originally supposed to go with me but, he broke up with me just a week before the award show. Shocker, right? We soon reached the arena it was being held at and the valet was ready to take our car.
“Well here goes nothing, {Y/N}. We got this,” my manager said while getting out the car. My mom and friend exited the car, leaving just me in the car. I really didn’t want to do this or even be here but, I was nominated for two or three awards and I wasn’t going to skip it just because my ex was here. I was better than that. I exited the car and the crowd went wild once I was in sight.
My manager led the three of us through the crowd and we were stopped by E-News. “{Y/N}! Could we get just a quick word with you?” I said sure, walking over towards where they were set up. “Wow! Can we just say that you look absolutely stunning tonight? Anybody in mind that you’re trying to impress?”
“Oh no! I’m not here to impress anybody except myself!” I joked. “I’m honestly here to just enjoy myself and accept these awards for the fans!”
“One more question before you go!” They continued. “We know that you and Justin broke up. How are you feeling about possibly seeing him tonight? Any interaction?”
I thought for a moment before answering, “I’m not too sure about that. I think the real question here is if he’s going to show up.”
“Okay {Y/N}, thank you for your time. Everyone that was {Y/N} {Y/L/N} now we see…”
I walked past them and stopped and took a few pictures on the red carpet, as much as I hated doing that. Multiple people were calling my name to look here, there and everywhere. It was enough to give me a headache, and these flashing lights? Don’t even get me started. We moved along the carpet and we were soon inside. We were escorted to our seats and I looked about to see who was sitting close to us. Ariana Grande and her team were to the left of us and Shawn Mendes was to the right of us. I was definitely getting pictures with them.
“The next category is favorite pop song of the year. The nominees are.. Shawn Mendes, ‘Mercy’, Ariana Grande, ‘Side to Side’, featuring Nicki Minaj, {Y/N} {Y/L/N}, ‘{Y/S/T}’, Justin Bieber, ‘Company’!”
The competition in this category was pretty tough considering I was up against A-list celebs. I’d be beyond shocked if I actually won against Ariana or even Shawn. Of course I was up against Justin, how surprising!
“And the winner is… {Y/N} {Y/L/N}, ‘{Y/S/T}! Come on up {Y/N}!”
I was shocked to here my name be called. Was I dreaming? I hugged my manager and the other two who were with me. While hugging my mom, I noticed Justin was sitting just two rows behind me, staring at me. What was his problem? I ignored him and walked up to the stage to collect my award.
I walked over to the microphone, beginning to say my not-so planned speech. “Wow, I really wasn’t expecting this. Um,” I paused momentarily to look out at the audience filled with fans and celebrities and of course, I locked eyes with Justin. I nervously chuckled before continuing my speech. “I just want to thank my fans, family and my team. None of this would have been possible without you.”
After the awkward experience while being on stage, I couldn’t help but look back every so often to see if Justin was still staring at me, which he was. What a creep. The night went on and more and more awards were given out. Now, it was the end of the night and the award show was coming to a close.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, the final award of the night! The category is Favorite Pop Album of the Year! The competition was real in this one. Anyways, the nominees are: Justin Bieber, ‘Purpose’, Ariana Grande ‘Dangerous Woman’, Beyonce, ‘Lemonade’, Charlie Puth, ‘Nine Track Mind’, and lastly, {Y/N} {Y/L/N}, {Y/A/N}!”
All I really wanted was anybody besides me or Justin to win this. The tension in the room was already enough to kill me.
“And the winner is.. Justin Bieber, Purpose!”
Oh, dear. I could already tell we were going to be here all night with Justin’s speech.
I, after waiting almost three hours in this packed arena, finally got my pictures with Shawn and Ariana. This was what I was waiting for all night. I was getting done with my picture with Shawn, when Justin came into focus. I quickly thanked him and the tension from earlier returned. We stared at each for a few seconds since neither one of us knew what to say.
"Hey," he started, rocking back and forth on his heels. I assumed he didn't know what else to say because of his short remark.
"Congrats on the awards." I spoke up. It was a sincere congrats although I wish it wasn't. "You deserve it."
"Thanks, you too." He responded. "So, {Y/N} I was kind of wondering if maybe you wanted to go to an after party Scooter is hosting. It's cool if not, I'll understand."
"Uh, sure," I sheepishly said. I was unsure about my answer considering Justin and I were on rocky terms. "I'd love to go with you considering I'm not doing anything tonight."
Request: ‘Can you do a imagine with Justin and y/n are out in public and the paparazzi say really mean stuff to her and he protects her’
Warnings: language and some references to drugs
{Y/N} POV
If there was one thing I would name about about what I hate about Justin being famous, it would be the endless amount of attention and following around he receives. We could never seem to be able to get away from it, no matter where we went. We could go to Antarctica and paparazzi would still find a way to get to us. The fans, I truly didn't mind because they actually had manners unlike the paps. Insults would be hurled at me in a daily basis, either on social media or in person.
We were currently inside the Chanel store on Rodeo Drive and there was a whole crowd of people outside, waiting for Justin to come out. I looked at the bags on the wall for something that caught my attention. Justin was talking to his security so they could be ready for when we actually left. I couldn't actually hear what he was saying to them because there was so much screaming and hollering coming from outside. Justin came over to my side to join in on helping me look for something.
I glanced over at him and noticed his attire. “Justin, please do me a favor and pull up your pants.” He gave me a confused look and looked down at his clothes.
“Babe, it’s called style. There isn't anything wrong with me sagging my pants.” He replied. “You should try sagging your pants.”
“Absolutely not. Justin, set an example.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“You’re not my mom. Just get a move on so we can leave before they break the windows,” He was referring to the people standing outside the store. I looked over the things once more before I finally came down to a decision. I went to the check out and Justin quickly paid for it. He took my bag and his security told him to get ready.
“Stand behind me and don’t let go of my hand. Got it?” He asked, looking back at me in a serious manner. I nodded my head quickly and held onto his hand as tight as I could. I hated going out into crowds like this. It was the worst thing possible. The fact that I was claustrophobic didn’t make things any better for me. It wasn’t as bad as when I was young but, it’s still a scary experience. His security opened the door and the screaming from the fans immediately hit me.
I think I might have gone deaf in both of my ears. Justin’s security pushed the crowd back only so much, it barely made a difference. Justin guided me through the endless maze of people and almost half way to the car, something was thrown at me. I didn’t bother to look at it but, an insult soon followed.
“Justin, what are you doing with a druggie? You forget that she’s an addict?”
I ignored what was said at first but, everything got worse from there.
“Why don’t you just overdose already? It’ll make the world a better place, especially for Justin!”
Justin stopped in his place and he turned around in the direction the last insult came from. “What did you say?” He questioned. His anger was very noticeable in his tone. “Who said that? Come on, speak up!”
“I said it,” someone spoke up. “What are you going to do about it when it’s true?” I saw the paparazzi’s face and it was awfully familiar, even the voice was. He was the pap that followed us around everywhere we went.
“You care to repeat that, you piece of shit?” Justin continued. He let go of my hand and walked over to the guy. I followed behind him and told him to stop before it could get any worse. Justin continued bantering the guy until he gave in, which was a huge mistake. Without thinking twice, Justin drew his arm back and threw a punch or two. Before Justin could cause serious damage, his security pulled him away.
I was sort of shocked yet happy that Justin did that. I wasn’t expecting it at all. He was always so humble and it was so foreign to me to see him like that. I caught up to Justin and his security and we got into the car, leaving the crowd of people behind. There was an awkard silence between us so, I took the time to break it myself.
“Thanks for standing up from me Justin. No one has really done that for me before.” I said. I smiled at him to show I was being sincere and he sent me a small smile back.
“Anytime. No one deserves to be disrespected, especially my girlfriend.”
