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"Oh, sorry I didn't expect anyone to be up" Jack said softly moving further into the living room. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned sitting on the couch next to me.
"Nothing. I just...I can't sleep" I smiled at him sadly.
That was a lie. Everything was wrong.
Jack's family had always been close friends of my family. Jack and I didn't spend much time together but when we did, I always wished we spent more time together. When we were younger I found myself with a little crush but as we got older it became less like a crush and more like a burning desire.
"I couldn't sleep either" he gave me a slight smile.
"Is something wrong?" I asked worried. He was usually under a lot of pressure.
"Nope, just couldn't sleep" his eyes found mine again.
"I can make you some tea or warm milk or something" I smiled gently standing up.
"Don't, you don't have to do that" he grabbed my hand before I could move away. "Come on, sit down" he pulled me down gently onto the couch.
"I don't mind" I said seriously.
"It's fine" he lightly laughed. "Is something with school bothering you? Is that why you can't sleep?"
"No, it's nothing with school. School's just fine" I played with the fabric of my pajama pants.
"Then what's bothering you?" He grabbed my hand gently to stop me from fiddling with the fabric.
"Nothing's bothering me" I shrugged slightly.
Another lie.
When it had gotten late enough that they didn't want me to go home and suggest I crash there, everything fell apart.
Yeah, friends had sleepovers...but not the kind of friends where one is dying on the inside to get closer to the other.
"Something's bothering you. I've known you a long time Y/N. Even though we haven't always been close I think I know you well enough to know when something's bothering you"
"It's nothing" I softly smiled at him, trying to be as convincing as I could.
"You don't have to tell me. Just know I'll listen if you do" he tapped my nose gently with a smile getting up to leave.
"Same for you" I called after him as he threw me one last smile and left back down the hall.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. My chest was heavy. How did I think I could do this? Stay in the same house with Jack, sleep under the same roof without completely losing my mind...I was completely regretting letting them talk me into staying the night.
I gave up and pulled myself off the couch, dragging my feet the whole way back to the guest room.
I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. Tossing and turning for hours, the only thing on my mind was Jack. How amazing it would feel for him to sleep next to me, to wrap my arms around him and hold him close listening to his steady breathing and his heartbeat while I fight off sleep just to spend more conscious time with him.
As I felt myself getting tired enough to finally fall asleep, a light knock pulled me right back out. I breathed a frustrated breath, pulling the blanket off me.
I opened the door to Jack, a small shocked breath escaping me.
"I need to talk to you" he said quietly, pushing his way gently into the room.
"Is everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"I don't know, is it?" He looked at me seriously.
"I don't get what you mean" I shook my head in confusion.
"What's going on? Why can't you talk to me like we used to?" He dropped his voice as he spoke.
"We were never that close" I spoke barely above a whisper.
"We at least talked, you told me when something was bothering you. Whether we've been close or not, I thought we were friends. Why can't you talk to me?" He looked at me sadly.
"It's not at all what you think, Jack" I looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Then tell me what it is, did I do something? Did I hurt you in some way?"
"No, not at all" I trailed off.
"Never mind. This was stupid" he said quickly turning towards the door.
"But, Jack" I went to stop him.
"Just forget it, doesn't matter anyway" he said softly, barely turning back to me.
"What doesn't matter?" I swallowed hard.
"Forget it" he barely spoke turning to leave out the door, closing it behind him.
I ran my hands over my face turning back to the bed. Nothing sounded better than melting into the bed and disappearing completely.
I made a snap decision to grab my keys and leave. There was nothing keeping me there, why should I stay?
The second I opened the door to leave, Jack's lips were on mine catching me completely off guard.
I pulled away breathless and confused, unsure of what was actually going on. He had just been on the brink of yelling at me and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.
"I..." he started but seemed at a loss to say the words he actually wanted to say.
"Say it" I said barely above a whisper.
"What?" He looked at me with glassy eyes.
"Say it, Jack" I pushed on.
"I'm in love with you" he brought his hands up to cup my face.
"Was that so hard?" I breathed a laugh.
"I'm so in love with you" he pulled my face back to his for a long kiss.
"Is this what was bothering you?" I wrapped my arms around his middle.
"You weren't talking to me really, I thought you were mad at me" he rubbed his thumbs on my cheeks gently.
"It was hard for me"
"What? Why?" He asked confused.
"Because I'm in love with you too" I rubbed his back softly.
"Yeah?" He smiled at me.
"Yeah" I smiled widely.
"Was that so hard?" He chuckled pulling my lips back to his.
