we heart jonah

jonah- hot stuff

daniel- ocean eyes

corbyn- blondie

 jack- curly head 

Summary: When the reader is yet again hurt by her boyfriend she turns to Jonah for comfort. 

Based off of the song Brain by Preston Hutto

Pov: 2nd

Warnings:  cussing, cheating, abuse mention (not a graphic description but there is a bit of emotional abuse, very minor)

Word Count: 1410

This house ain’t a home

From the minute, you showed up at his house he had started another fight. Yelling obscenities about how you weren’t good enough for him. It was half way through the fight and you didn’t even remember everything the two of you had said. You didn’t care anymore you just couldn’t keep dealing with his shit anymore.

“Did you ever even care about me?” You whispered, unable to hold back the tears that ran down your face. Thoughts were racing through your mind as you searched his face for any remorse, any sliver of humanity that showed that he cared. But his face stayed stoic.

His jaw flexed and his eyes were filled with an intensity you knew all too well, you didn’t even need to hear his response to know, his eyes flickered over you and he practically sneered, “It’s not like you made it very easy.”

Without another word, he glared at you before storming off into his room. With tears in your eyes you threw open the front door and rushed to your car as you pulled out your phone knowing exactly who to call: the only person who always knew how to make you feel better.

I left you a ring on your phone

He left you to be on your own

When you saw you already had a missed call from the number you softly smiled through your tears and called back as you pulled away from his house.

“Jonah can I come over?” You asked hating the way your voice wavered.

“Of course. Are you okay?” His voice had an edge to it and you knew he was pissed at your boyfriend. This wasn’t the first time you called him like this and it wouldn’t be the last. By now, all he had to do was hear your voice to know what happened.

“Physically yeah.” You muttered letting out a bitter laugh. You knew it should be a relief that he never hits you, but it shouldn’t even be something you worry could happen, it should be a given, but with him you lived in constant fear that someday he would decide his words didn’t hurt you enough. Jonah stayed on the line with you quietly letting you calm down as you took the familiar path to his place. Half of you was sad but the other was fuming. Deep down you knew you didn’t deserve to be treated that way, you deserve to be with Jonah not with some asshole who treated you like dirt. But at the same time, you were terrified to leave him, and still in love with the guy he used to be.

Pushing away your thoughts you said goodbye to Jonah and made your way to his door, opening it with the key he had given you a long time ago. He immediately stood up from his place on the couch and pulled you in for a hug.

I know how this goes

I know that you feel so alone

I know that you use me to cope

You buried your face in his shoulder giving up on holding back your tears. The smell of his cologne was the sweet smell of home and you couldn’t help but feel safe with him. With him you didn’t feel so alone. With him you felt like for at least a while everything would be okay. He kissed your head and pulled you even more into his embrace whispering reassurance. He didn’t pull away until you did first then he carefully wiped away a tear with his thumb.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly. Jonah was a good guy to everyone, but with you it was different and you knew it. You knew that soft loving tone was just reserved for you and you were thankful that out of every girl who was in love with him, he chose you.

“Not really. Can we just, be?” You asked looking into his eyes hopefully. He nodded, as much as he’d never admit it he would do anything to make you happy.

“Sure. But keep in mind I’m always willing to go fight him if he hurts you.” He told you with a chuckle; the thought of Jonah fighting anyone made you laugh. A puppy was more intimidating than him.

“I know Jonah.” You said kissing his cheek lingering a little longer than you should’ve. Both of you just paused, staring into each other’s eyes until you leaned forward connecting your lips with his. The smell of his cologne enveloped you reminding you that you were home, and you could feel his hands gently on your waist as if he was afraid he’d hurt you, and he tasted vaguely of peppermint rather than the cigarettes you were so used to, and it felt so right. It was everything you wanted, and everything you shouldn’t have while you were someone else. Realizing what you had done you pushed yourself away.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I have to go.” You blurted out practically running out of his house.

No matter where you end up tonight

I know that I’m on your brain

You rushed to your car peeling out of his driveway as fast as possible. Truth was you knew you were in love with him, and you knew he felt the same way. But you couldn’t cheat, even if you knew your boyfriend was an overbearing asshole. You headed to his house wishing wholeheartedly you could just turn around and go back to Jonah. Trying to ground yourself into reality you rolled down the windows to let the cold winter air hit your cheeks. But still all you could think of was that kiss. As much as you would never admit it, you had fantasized about it for years. Being so close to a guy who treated you like a princess made it hard not to fall. Making up your mind on what was right you pulled into his driveway and made your way up to his house. There was no turning back. With the confidence, you didn’t know you had you knocked on the door waiting for him to come.

“Baby, I was hoping you’d come back. I’m so sorry.” He said looking at you with the puppy dog eyes that usually worked. But this time you were the stoic one. You were so tired of the empty apologies and promises to be a better person. You didn’t need to create a better person when you knew you already had one waiting for you.

“No. I’m not back. I’m fucking done with being treated like trash. I don’t deserve this and for once I don’t feel like I do.” You flipped him off for the second day and went back to your car before he could try to stop you or say anything. You practically sped out of his driveway slightly afraid he would come after you but also feeling like a boss ass bitch. Part of you knew you probably shouldn’t do anything to piss him off just in case he tried to retaliate but at the same time you were so tired of leaving in fear because of some guy. With a new purpose, you headed back to Jonah’s place.

You can’t keep away from my house

It’s a little too late to have doubts

You left him on his own

As soon as you got to his house you marched in to see him sitting on the couch again staring at the TV absentmindedly.

“Y/N, I didn’t think you’d come back. I thought I did something wrong.” He rambled as soon as he saw you, you took a step towards him and pulled him in closer for a gently kiss before pulling away quickly and grinning at him.

“You did nothing wrong Jonah. I like you a lot. I just didn’t want you to be the other guy so I got rid of the first one,” you said jokingly, “but I really do like you. I dumped him because you’re all I want.”

His whole face lit up as he kissed you again, this time with more passion. His grip on your waist, although still gentle, was less hesitant, you could feel his smile through the kiss, it felt like it was just you two in the world and it was perfect.