This Love~... Jack Hughes

ellen time

after we had breakfast we walked back to the lake house where all the guys were in the living room playing video games.

"is this really all you did while we were gone?" ellen asked the guys and got their attention from the tv.

"we cleaned the dishes?" alex said in a questioning tone.

"by that you mean put them in the dishwasher?"
"at least there's no dishes in the sink." luke shrugged.

i chuckled and walked up the stairs to get myself ready for the day. while i was sitting on the bathroom counter doing my makeup and hair i heard a knock on the door.

"come in." i said to whoever was knocking.

i waited a few seconds before looking in the bathroom mirror to see jack standing there leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.

"hey." i said.
"hi." he said back.

i grabbed my hair brush and started to brush my hair before jack walked over and took it from my hands and gently started brushing my hair for me.

"what's up?"
"nothing. just wanted to come see you."
"mkay." i giggled.

once he was done brushing my hair he braided it down my back and i smiled at him. i took out the front pierced to frame my face before i grabbed my makeup and started doing it.

he just watched and listened with me to the music that was playing from my phone on the counter.

"where'd you learn how to do a girls hair?"
"my mom taught me when i was really little. i liked doing her hair for her occasionally."
"that's cute."
"i was a mommas boy for sure."
"you still are."
"maybe." he chuckled. "what were you and my mom talking about on your little coffee date?"

"family life, really. i told her about my mom being a modeling agent and how my older brother is a professor at a university in texas, my younger sister being an annoyingly cute little butt and being cursed with horrible father figures."
"plural?"
"yeah. my dad left me when i was five. ran in to legal troubles with him, then my mom dated my sisters dad and he was awful i hated him. now my mom has some boyfriend she doesn't live with, and yet he still thought it was ok to kick me out of my own house when i was fifteen."
"wow... that's horrible."
"mhm. home life was rough so i was always at my grandma and grandpas house. my grandpa died a month before i turned sixteen. i took it really hard because he was the one i cried to when i got yelled at. he knew everything about my stepdads and he did everything he could just to make me happy, and then just like that he was gone. after that i couldn't step into their house ever again." i said tearing up.

"delilah.. i'm so sorry... i didn't mean to make you upset."
"no, no you're fine. we knew it was going to happen eventually, his heart was really unhealthy for a while but it was just so sudden, you know? he called me that morning and he was so happy, he rode his bike and bought one of my birthday presents cause he just thought of me when he saw it, and then my grandma called my mom while we were in target to rush to the hospital. i cried for a week straight before i locked everyone out. i grew really depressed and my anxiety skyrocketed. i was just in a really bad place. my mom put me in therapy and man, that woman really sucked. she'd be like 'oh, how was school, how's your mom, now let's talk about how your grandpa, the only one you could cry to died'. starting university just was a new page in my book and i met your brother and he did really help, even if he doesn't know it."
"what did he buy you, if you don't mind me asking?"

i hopped off the counter and walked to my suitcase. i opened it and took out a necklace with a heart down it's center.

jack gently grabbed it from my hands and walked behind me, placing it on my neck and clasping it together.

i turned to face him and gave him a sad smile.

"thank you..."
"of course, del. i'd do anything for you if you asked me to."

this love by taylor swift started playing and jack stuck his hand out to me.

"a dance?"
"right now?" i asked.

"well we're alone, no one has to know."

i laughed and grabbed his hand. he gently spun me around and placed his hands on my waist while mine were around his neck.

this love is good
this love is bad
this love is alive back from the dead
these hands had to let it go free and
this love came back to me

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"