Chapter three summery:

oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease continue the protective one! like you think about your relationship with Jack and discover your feelings for him and you two start again but this time it's serious and so on :D

"Y/N wake up." Alex's voice rang through your head as you groaned on his couch. You opened your eyes slightly to see him standing there in his pajama pants, shirtless.

"Go away," you said weakly as you thrust your head back into the couch cushion. You had fallen asleep at his house late last night after a fight with Jack, your long time…sex buddy? You groaned at the thought. Jack had admitted he felt something more than that, something serious, love. It was just supposed to be a "friends with benefits" type of you rushed over to Alex's last night, you were a mess. You were confused and upset, you whined to Alex who gladly comforted you, about your feelings on Jack's feelings. But deep inside you felt this tug, a tugging at your heart, at your stomach, that told you something wasn't right. That every night you spent in Jack's bed, or in your own bed, the couch, floor, table, backseat, washing machi-Okay, I get it. Something wasn't supposed to be the way it was, that maybe you did want something more. Maybe the realization and confirmation of Jack's feelings, scared you. It was all fun and games before, nothing serious, how would you cope with him being away on tour? Would it be any different?

Alex shook you from your thoughts.

"Get the fuck off my couch," he joked. You rose up your hand and flipped him off, keeping your face in the cushion. Just as he was about the pull the throw blanket off of your body, the doorbell rang. You peaked an eye open and watched him walk away. You sat up and peaked your head over the back of the couch and down the stairs which led to the foyer. You rested your hands on the railing that the back of the couch rested against and watched Alex open the door. As soon as you saw the black and blonde hair atop a tall, averagely dressed man, you sunk behind the cushions.

"Is Y/N here?" Jack asked his messy haired best friend. You quietly whispered "no" repeatedly to Alex who purposely told Jack otherwise. You groaned softly and wrapped yourself in Alex's blanket, dashing down the hallway as if the blanket were an invisibility cloak. Jack's eyes followed you with a smile.

You entered Alex's room and shut the door, dropping the blanket to the floor. You turned around and noticed a body laying in Alex's bed, a petite tanned hand hung loosely off the bed, light brown hair peaked out from under the covers.

"Oh shit." You gasped, a little louder than you'd hoped. The body began to stir and you rushed out of the bedroom, knocking right into Jack's chest. You fell to the floor and your head hit the wall, Jack knelt down to you, immediately checking to see if you were okay. Once the blurriness cleared from your eyes you looked up, Jack's face was not but a few inches away from yours. You locked eyes for a moment, silently gazing at each other. You felt the need, the want to lean in and crush your lips to his but something stopped you, and you remembered the night before. You hurriedly stood up, brushing yourself off and rushing to the front door. You grabbed his keys that he'd sat on the table by the door and ran to his car.

"Y/N wait!" Jack called after you. You fumbled with the keys as Jack ran up to you, pinning your back against the car door. He slammed his lips against yours, the embrace more passionate and loving than ever. You pushed him away,

"Jack, what are you doing?" You breathed. Jack grabbed your hands and held them, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so blunt. I should never have kicked you out or yelled at you, I'm sorry. If you don't want a serious relationship," Jack paused, you could see in his eyes that the next words out of his mouth would hurt him. "Then you can end things right now and I'll never bother you again." His eyes fell to the ground as he tried to hide the tears threatening his eyes. Your heart broke, seeing him like this, so desperately in love with you that he'd let you go if that's what you truly wanted, you just wanted to make him happy again, you'd do anything for him to not feel this way. Seeing him so sad made you upset too.

Everything came into place then, every moment you'd spent with him, every time he kissed you or held your hand. It wasn't just "friends with benefits", you couldn't get that feeling from anything but love. Every feeling was magnetized. It was never "just friends", it had always been love. You had never realized until that moment, until seeing Jack so torn and heartbroken, that you'd do anything for him. Anything to make me happy. To make him smile. It wasn't in the way where you'd always be there for a friend, but it was where you was so madly in love that it hurt you equally as much even if the problem didn't affect you directly.

A single tear slid down your face as you stroked his cheek. His chocolate eyes flicked up to look into yours.

"I could never end things with you, Jack. Even if it was the last thing that could save the world. Being without you is unimaginable, and unbearable. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I should be the one apologizing. I didn't realize before that I felt this way, I mistook it for something so minimal. Only now do I realize that I would sell my soul for you, Jack. You're everything I could ever want and I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you." Jack let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. A smile crept across his face until his eyes were slits. His smile was contagious, both of you stood there with wide grins of happiness. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him toward you, your lips brushing against his softly before deepening the kiss.

Alex stood at the window watching with a smile, happy to see his two best friends together again. The body from his bed walked in beside him, with a Harry Potter mug of coffee.

"You coming back to bed?" Just as Alex was about to walk away, you pulled away from Jack to open the backseat door, you climbed in and pulled Jack in after you. Alex chuckled softly,

"Atta girl."

I know that I said mug of coffee, which should imply that they're staying up but then I used "You coming back to bed?" Which implies they're going back to sleep. But "mug of water" sounds stupid ok.