𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

breakdown ~ jack

lmao don't @ me i found this pic funny and fitting
You were sitting on top of the vanity that Jack was using to fix up his hair. Looking up from your phone you watched your boyfriend toy with his curls."You look great babe." You reassured. Jack's eyes bounced from his reflection to you. "Uh yeah, thanks." His answer was distant, like an automatic reaction. You set your phone down on the table top and examined him. "You feeling ok? You seem a little shaky." He was in fact shaky, his hands, his focus, his breathing. "Yeah, I'm great." His voice was just as flat as the first time he answered you. Jack rubbed his hands down his thighs. You kept watching him move around the green room in a stressful manner, tugging on his curls, running his hands over his arms. His breathing got progressively more strained and heavy. He was trying to calm down. "Baby, are you sure you're alright?" You urged. When Jack turned to look at you his eyes were red and glossy. You hopped off the vanity and instantly went to him. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He wrung his hands around the fabric of his shirt. "I-uh-I" He started gasping for air. You gently placed your hands on either side of his face. "Look in my eyes baby, right in my eyes." Tears built up under his lashes and his laboured breathing continued. Behind you, you heard the door open. "Hey- what's wrong?" Corbyn had come in. You noticed Jack shake his head discreetly and the fear that had flooded his face. Glancing between Corbyn and your boyfriend twice, you took Jack's hand and lead him out the door, Corbyn leaned out of the room to see where you were going. Jonah had just passed by and walked up to where Corbyn stood. "What was that about?" He asked. Corbyn shrugged, watching as you had drug Jack into an empty dressing room. "Jack look at me honey." You said gently after closing the door. Jack scanned the room quickly before his frantic eyes settled on you again. He didn't know what to do so he pulled your body against his chest, breathing heavily against your neck. "Talk to me babe." You said soothingly,  your hands stroking up and down his back. "I don't know what's wrong  y/n." His voice was laced with fear and pain. "Maybe I'm nervous?" He croaked. "Are you sure that's what it is?" You asked quietly, knowing the answer. He shook his head, his hair brushing against you. "I'm never nervous before shows, I'm always excited but for some reason I just got this wave of emotions and everything just came crashing down." He let out another strained breath once we was done speaking. "I don't think you're nervous Jack." You said, kissing his cheek. He didn't say anything. He gasped for air once more. Gently, you pulled away from him, keeping your hands in his "First, I need you to take a deep breath alright?" He nodded. "I-I don't know if I ca-can." You brought your hands to his face once more, softly kissing both of his cheeks. "You can baby, just follow me." Inhaling deeply, you kept your eyes locked with his, watching as he mimicked you. You moved your hands to around his shoulders, looking him in the eye to keep him calm. Once you were mostly satisfied with what his breathing pattern had returned to, you continued: "Second, I think the stress of the past month and a half has finally become too much for you and you're just breaking down." Jack's breathing had calmed a little more, but not enough for your liking. The longer he looked at you and swam around in his thoughts, the harder he started to breath again. "Jack." He was still gazing off into space. "Jack." His eyes returned to you but his focus did not. "You're gonna look at be babe ok?" He nodded slowly. "Listen to me now. It's ok to feel scared and alone and like everything is just too much at once alright? But I'm here for you always." He bit his lip, chest heaving to try and bring in another breath. You hugged him again, placing his head in the crook of your neck.  He drew in another breath, inhaling your scent and closing his eyes. "You're gonna go on stage and you're going to sing your heart out and do what you love for the people you love. I know that always makes you feel better. Then, you're going to come back to me and I'm going to hug you and kiss you and tell you just how proud I am of you. After we'll go to the hotel and watch a movie and do absolutely nothing until you feel better ok?" Before he responded, Jack pressed his lips to your skin. "Ok." When he looked at you he had the smallest trace of a smile on his face. "Thank you for bringing me back down." You nodded. "Of course, now we should probaly get out of here before the boys think we had sex in this dressing room." Jack laughed out loud. "Ok." It felt good to see him smiling again
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A/n: happy national writers day everyone!! i just wanted to say a few thank you's to: laamer and -SIMPLYSEAVEY for being amazing friends and always supporting me! i love you both so much :)) and also to -sunlightlane BritaniDonhue laamer and rainydaysimplethings for inspiring me through your writing. you are all so beautifully talented. this day is for you loves.