JJ Maybank Imagines

Remember 🤎

plot: y/n has made it big to the music industry, and JJ has been in love with her since young but isn't sure if she knows he exists anymore. Until they meet again... at a hospital?

word count: 2269

warning(s): none!

a/n: tysm for 7.75k reads!! also apologies for this rlly bad chapter, i wasn't rlly feeling well when i wrote this 😢

"Goodnight New York, thank you for having me. I love you!" I shouted into the microphone as the crowd surrounding me below the stage cheered. I could see big thank you notes written on huge cardboards from the fans as they held up high as I beamed into a big smile.

I'm Y/n y/l/n, often known as the current generation queen of pop, originally from the Outer Banks. I've moved from the Outer Banks to Boston when I was 18, and now I was 23. My singing career had begun while I was 20, as a music record company discovered me from my Youtube covers. Cliche start? I agree.

As I made my way down the steps of the stage, I tripped over the stairs backstage as I fell onto the floor. I let out a loud groan in pain before trying to stand up again, but my 6 inches stilettos weren't helping at all.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" My manager asked as I slowly nodded.

"I think I might have an ankle sprain, I don't know" I shrugged as I hopped slowly to my backstage room, sitting down on the couch before removing my heels to take a better look at my ankle.

"Yeah, it's definitely sprained. It's literally swelling" Alissa, my assistant, told me seriously as I sighed. This was gonna be troublesome.

"Do you wanna go to the hospital? We'll try and get you some help there" Alissa suggested as I debated between just letting it recover on its own, but I knew that I had more upcoming shows and it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience to cancel the remaining shows due to an injury slowly worsening.

"Yeah, ok. Let me just change into something comfortable" I replied before Alissa left my room while I stripped out of my performance dress and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

I grabbed my purse before slowly stumbling towards the door as Alissa accompanied me all the way to the car, which drove me to the nearest hospital in New York.

"Y/n, look here!" I heard a paparazzi call out to me once I got off the car with Alissa outside the hospital as it turned many heads. I bet it would make a great headline on the New York Times - 'Pop singer Y/n Y/l/n has been severely injured from her New York concert and makes her way to the hospital right after'.

"Hi, I'm afraid she has sprained her ankle. Do you think we can get a doctor to take a look at it ASAP?" I heard Alissa ask a nurse by the registration counter as her eyes were practically as big as saucers.

"Is that... Y/n?" She asked as I gave her a small wave along with a smile. Honestly, sometimes I hated the way that I'd get recognised everywhere due to my career. Even when I just need to see a doctor.

"Um, okay. Just hold on, I'll bring you to see a doctor" She signalled for us to follow her into an empty doctor's room as she requested for us to wait for the doctor there.

"So, how does your ankle feel?" Alissa ask as I shrugged.

"I don't know. I think it might be fine as long as if I don't apply any pressure on it" I told her as she nodded.

Soon, the door slowly opened again as I saw the doctor in a coat walk in.

"Hi! Sorry for the wait, may I ask what's the issue here?" He asked as he was scribbling on his clipboard. I instantly froze in my seat, suddenly feeling anxious. It couldn't be... what was he doing here? She wanted to be wrong, but she knew that she'd recognise JJ's voice anywhere, no matter how long ever since she had heard or seen him in person.