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(30) foolish - jack grealish

Jack had this incredulous look on his face. It took him quite some time to get there, but, that was his final expression.

"Is this what you wanted to speak to me about? Come on, be serious, Y/N. I thought it was more urgent than this." He said.

A pout formed on your lips as you registered your boyfriends words, were you perhaps being selfish? Did this need to be such a big discussion or were you blowing things out of proportion? All of these were questions you asked yourself, almost dropping the subject but you stopped yourself.

"Jack." Stopping him from walking away, you grabbed onto his hand.

Looking up at your towering boyfriend, he had a foolish smile on his face but his eyes were devoid of emotion. It was scary. You hadn't seen Jack like this, ever.

"Please, can we talk about this?" You begged.

All emotion was now removed from his face as he blinked slowly, watching you, making your skin crawl, "No. Because there's nothing to talk about."

"I'm not dividing my time between my friends and you. I spend time with them, and I spend time with you when I want to. What problem could there be?"

The gulp could be heard in the quiet room as you spoke, "You never spend time with me anymore, Jack."

He scoffed and forced his hand out of your grip. "So that's what it is. You want to cling to me whenever you can, stopping me from seeing my friends—"

"That's not what I said." You whispered, relinquishing your defiant attitude you had earlier, just wanting Jack to understand where you were coming from.

But drunk people were hard to deal with. "—stopping me from having fun, the time of my life all because you miss me? Don't make me laugh."

Jack didn't need to raise his voice because the soft and unbelievable kind was far more threatening than an increase in volume. He was breathing heavily, you could make out, as he stood mere inches from your pyjama-clad legs.

"But I do miss you." You said, looking up at him once again. Jack scoffed before walking out, and towards the kitchen.

If you had knew it was going to turn out like this, you would've never brought up the subject.

But, your stubbornness also didn't allow you to back down. So, you traced his footsteps and saw him standing with his back facing the counter, knuckles white from gripping onto the edge with so much strength.

"Y/N, don't start again please. I came home in a good mood and I don't want you ruining it with this bullshit." He said.

That was it. There was no coming back from this now.

"Bullshit? Bullshit?" You repeated, in anger, glaring at Jack. "How the fuck is me saying I miss you — to my boyfriend — bullshit?"

"Because you want to use that as a way to guilt-trip me into spending more time with you."

Out of frustration, you made a sound mimicking disbelief. "Not that I am but I shouldn't be guilt-tripping you into spending more time with your girlfriend, you asshole."

Jack fake-laughed as he turned to you, "I'm the asshole? I'm the asshole?"

"Yes, Jack. No matter how many times you ask, the answer is going to be yes."

"Well then why are you with this asshole? Surely, you could've found someone better. But then again, they wouldn't have had the status that I do right?"

Jack's words tore at your beating heart as tears prickled in the corners of your eyes but, still, you refused to give up. "What are you insinuating? That I'm with you because of your fame and wealth?"

"Yes!" Jack yelled and it honestly frightened you. His face was now contorted into anger as he stood, pointing fingers in your direction. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I should've listened to my mates when they said you were a gold-digger."

"Gold-digger?" You whispered, before, the tears finally started falling.

Jack's heaving chest began to steady but looking at you, he realised just how much damage he had caused.

There you stood, fists clenched and shoulders broad but, still, the look of betrayal and heart-break evident in your eyes. It took a few seconds for your head to slump down and your shoulders to shake, shaky sobs escaping your mouth.

"Y/N..." Jack tried to coax but it was little too late.

All you could was shake your head - that felt like the only body part you could move. The rest of your body went cold and numb when Jack accused you of being a "gold-digger."

Clearly, now, you had understood your place in this relationship, your place next to him and your place compared to his friends.

"Okay..." You mumbled, cracked voice and all. "...I understand, yeah, I understand."