DIS IS WEIRD BC JACOB IS LIKE 5 BUT YEAH :((
You and Jacob have a weird relationship.
While you're not a couple, you kind of are. You weren't friends with benefits since you'd never traded anything more than a kiss on the cheek, but there was always something different between you two.
Neither of you have tried to discuss officially passing the "just friends" stage, but everyone knows you're both off limits.
You were just having fun and not putting labels on anything; that was how you and Jacob worked.
And you're okay with that.
One night you and Jacob are sitting in his hotel room listening to music during his day off on the Magcon tour.
You were on spring break and he was touring in the town just an hour from yours, so the timing was perfect for you two to spend some much-needed time together.
The rest of the boys were out on the town, but Jacob wanted to just spend time alone with you.
You were both laying on his bed, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm draped lazily around you. A pop/rock song you've never heard plays in the background, and you're both arguing over the proper way to eat a taco.
Typical.
"You turn the taco!" Jacob insists for the tenth time.
"You're ridiculous." You feign exhasperation, "you turn your head, otherwise all the fillings fall out!"
"Not if you're coordinated, which evidently you, y/n, are not."
You snort, "yeah, cuz you're such a graceful creature."
"I am the grace of all graces," Jacob sniffs indignantly, "I could've been a professional ballerina if I wasn't so awesome."
"You're full of shit."
"Oh yeah?" he rolls off the bed and strides over to his phone that's plugged into the speakers on the desk.
After a moment of scrolling the song gets replaced with "Girls" by The 1975. He turns to face you and grins, knowing this is your favorite song.
"What are you getting at?" you ask as he skips over to you and takes your hands in his.
"I'm going to prove to you how graceful I am," he hauls you to your feet and before you know it, you and him are dancing around the room to the catchy bass.
Both of you are anything but graceful. Neither of you know what the hell you're doing and there's a lot of accidental foot-stomping and knocking into furniture, but you barely notice as Jacob twirls you around, sending you into deep dips before pulling you back up again and shimmying you around the room.
You're both giggling at each other as you invent wannabe ballroom dance moves, making them as dramatic as possible.
Several accidental wall collisions and a broken vase later, the song comes to an end and you both slow down to catch your breaths, your faces still sporting giddy smiles. You find yourself caught in Jacobs arms, your hands clasped behind his neck and his resting on the small of your back.
"I don't think you proved your point very well, Mr. Sartorius," you laugh breathily as you try to flip a few strands of hair out of your face.
"I don't think I did either." He flashes his white teeth at you.
"You're admitting defeat this quickly?" you tease, still trying to get the strands of your hair out of your face without letting go of Jacob.
"Actually, I think I won this time."
"How so?"
He smiles shyly, "I got to dance with you, didn't I?"
A shy smile creeps onto your face as Jacob gently tucks those loose strands behind your ear.
Just then, your favorite song "Beside You" starts playing on the radio. You would usually roll your eyes at this type of romantic mush, but right now it just felt.. right.
Neither of you say anything, and instead just slowly dance around the messy hotel room, lost in a world solely composed of you two.
Soon you notice Jacob is nervously leaning toward you. You smile and go on your tip toes, and your noses are just barely brushing when the door smashes open and the rest of the Magcon boys pile in.
You both spring back from each other, but Jacob keeps one arm around you.
"Awwww!" Blake coos at the sight of you two, "were you guys just slow dancing?"
"HA!" Brandon shouts, running his hand through his unruly hair.
"HA! Told you he wasn't gonna ask her out. You owe me ten bucks, Hunter!" Cam does a victory dance and holds his hand out to Hunter, who's fishing out his wallet.
"I thought you'd have done it by now," Hunter addresses Jacob grumpily, smacking two fives into Cams hand, "I had faith in you."
"But seeing as you're trying to win her over with music," Aaron chimes in, "I wouldn't be to sure whether she'd say yes to a guy with such an inflated head either."
"For God sakes you guys," Jacob groans, rubbing the back of his neck flusteredly, "you couldn't have waited five minutes..."
You blink at all of them in confusion, still a little startled by the boys' rowdy entrance.
But a tiny spark in your heart was lighting as you put the pieces together.
"Sucks mate," Brandon chirps, "but you did have like all bloody night."
"And you've been bitching about it for ages," Hunter insists, "'what if she says no? What if I ruin everything cuz she might never want to be my gir-'"
"OKAY" Jacob cuts Blake off loudly, his face getting progressively redder.
"Well, I don't know what the hell's going on," you feign ignorance so Jacob can pull himself together, "but I'm kinda in the mood for pizza."
"At midnight?" Hunter asks.
"It's always a good time for pizza," Blake insists, already making his way to the door.
The other two follow, and you wait behind for Jacob to grab his jacket.
He catches up with you, his cheeks tinted pink.
"Look," he starts, avoiding your eyes, "about what the boys said back there, I don't want you to think-"
You cut him off by standing on tiptoe and touching your lips briefly to his.
You look up at him and grin before turning and walking away. He catches up to you quickly and throws and arm around you and pulls you close, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
A warm feeling fills you as you pull yourself closer to him and walk down the corridor together. You don't know exactly what's going on in Jacobs head, but you do know that right now, you and him have just crossed a new line in your weird relationship. And you're okay with that.