Why Don't We Imagines

hidden // JM

jonah marais ♥

As I watch the flicker of the crackling fire reflect onto Jonah's eyes, I could hear the rain pour heavily behind the closed windows. It created a background that makes the tension seem stronger. 

Right now, all I felt was distress. I could never bring myself to tell him how fed up I was with having to sneak out and not being able to hold his hand or kiss his cheek and go out on dates in public.  But I never met my desires, because those actions could only be held when we were inside, and alone. 

"Why do we always have to argue about this?" Jonah sighs heavily, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

I scoffed, "Because these eight ongoing months of our relationship being hidden behind closed doors have been bothering me!" 

" I just hate having to lie to every single reporter that confronts me about you!" I try not to work the nerve to pick up my sweatshirt that hangs over the couch and throw it at his chest. 

"I told you, but my management won't listen to me. However, I do agree with them upon keeping our relationship secret, because I don't want people bashing you. It would just make both of us feel miserable about ourselves," he tries to lure me into his words, rubbing his fingers against his temples, "We''ll figure this out, love." 

"Are you kidding me? Another excuse? Have you heard the saying 'you love who you love'? Well, you can't even abide by it. If you loved me, no amount of insults from the press would deteriorate what we have! You always say we'll get through it but you never tell me how! Of course you wouldn't feel the same about this," I shook my head, "Because you only care about yourself." 

"Y/n, don't say that!" he yells, "j-just stop!" 

"You can't even handle the truth!" 

"If I knew you were this difficult to deal with, I wouldn't have fell for you!" his neck vein protrudes the louder his voice gets. 

"Jonah," I croak consumed in frustration

"I don't want to fall in love with you if you don't want to try!"  and like that, I stormed off, grabbed the lonely sweatshirt and slipped on my shoes.

Before he could call out for me or grab my forearm, I twisted the bronze door knob open and left to drive home.  I draped the thin material of cardigan over my shoulders although it wouldn't keep me dry from the pouring rain. My hair was already drenched, and I began to terribly regret parking my car far down the street late at night.

"Y/N!"  snapping my head back to where I heard him call, I see Jonah standing in the front of the house, running towards me.

His drenched locks of brown silky hair brushed over his forehead with his white t-shirt soaked, pressed tightly to his visible abdomen. 

"Jonah, just leave me alone," I exclaim through the loud sound of the rain that hits the pavement of the street, blowing the trees in multiple directions. 

"No, i'm not going to leave you out here in the rain!"

By now he's only a couple of feet away from me,  "I-I do love you and I didn't mean anything I said, I swear baby! Just please come bac-" 

"Prove it, then!" I yell, my hands balled up into fists, abruptly cutting his sentence short, "Prove that you love me." 

Without any hesitation, he takes two strides towards me, cupping my chin and locking lips with mine, forcefully kissing me harder as my fingers caressed his neck, the other clasping onto his shoulder. 

I didn't care if rain fell over us, smearing away tiny bits of mascara that was previously coated on my lashes as our lips were locked for that unexpected moment, constantly fighting for passion, or if someone was standing feet away, gawking. 

All I cared about in that moment was that our hidden affair was finally put out there, and that made me feel so satisfied, fed up with having to only show my affection behind closed doors. 

I loved him dearly, and in that moment, whether or not others witnessed, I knew he loved me too, and he wasn't ashamed to show it anymore.

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