𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 || 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ sᴛᴀʏ ʜɪɢʜ

inspired by: song "habits", by tove lo.

summary: after their break up, JJ gets drunk and the Pogues call Y/n to help him.

word count: 656.

edited: yes.

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, first imagine I've ever written.

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Me and JJ broke up two weeks ago. Why? After one year together, I finally found the courage to tell him I loved him. He just said it was better if we broke up and left. I hadn't left my house since.

"Y/n?" Kie spoke through the phone.

"Yeah?"

"It's JJ" she explained, "Please, come to our beach."

Hearing those words, I rushed out and hopped in my car. I drove as fast as I could and finally made it to the beach. I saw Kiara and reached her.

"What's wrong? Where is he?" I questioned, she pointed behind me: not too far away I could see three shadows in the dark.

I ran there, growing more nervous at every step. I finally saw the three boys. JJ gave me his back, when I called his name, he turned to me. I could see his eyes red because of the weed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at the other two.

"He is... uhm, high. Like... really high" Pope answered.

"JJ..." I took a step further, "What did you take?"

I tried to look in his eyes, but he kept avoiding eye-contact.

"Weed and--and some liquor, I think. Do you even care?" he snapped.

"You know I do."

I quickly looked at JB and Pope, who got the message and left us alone.

The blond scoffed, "Of course you do."

"JJ, don't even try" I felt my eyes burn, "I love you, you're the one who pushed me away."

"You don't care" he affirmed, turning away from me.

I took his arm, "Of course I--"

"--No you don't! Or you wouldn't have left me!"

The boy jerked his arm away, taking some steps back.

"JJ, look at me. Look at me."

He eventually turned to me.

"Love, I didn't leave you. You left me" I explained, "But I will always be here for you, no matter if we are together or not. If--if you feel how I feel or not."

I cupped his face with my hands, wiping away a tear that slipped down his face.
"What happened?" I asked, "Why did you get wasted like this?"

A tear streamed down his cheek, then another and another. Until he was a crying mess. I pulled him into me, as he burried his face in the crock of my neck. Holding me tight, but gentle.

"Hey, don't cry. Everything will be fine" I whispered to the boy in my arms, starting to tear up aswell.

"Tell me, I can help you."

"For you" he muttered.

I pulled away, looking in his eyes as he stared at the ground.

"What? What do you mean?"

I couldn't be the reason of his pain, I didn't want to be.

"I need you. The only way not to hurt is forget, the only way to forget you is get high" he explained, "It is not working well."

His words confused me.

"If you need me... why--why did you break up with me?" I questioned, hoping to get an honest answer.

"Y/n, come on. I didn't know if--if I could love you like that when I don't even love myself, when I've never been loved" he explained.

"You... didn't know?"

That's what he said, right?

"Yeah" he nodded his head slowly, "I... I thought about this a lot."

I felt my heart speed up. "And--and now?"

"I know what I feel" he whispered, meeting my eyes for the first time that night.

"What if you're high and don't know what you're saying?" That would have broken my heart... even more.

He shook his head and took my hand,
"No. I knew it before, I just... I thought that I ruined it. All of it, forever."

Our faces became closer, our lips touched. It felt right. When we pulled away and stared into each others' eyes, he finally said the words I wanted to hear so badly.

"I love you, Y/n."

.・。.・゜