"Y/N they're not gonna let you board the plane with that much luggage." Zach laughed as you struggled to zip your suitcase. You huffed and sat onto the floor, brushing the hair out of your face. "I've never been to Europe! I have to have outfit options." you whined and he smiled, offering a hand to help you up. You walked out of your room and went down to the kitchen, Zach trailing closely behind you. "So," he started, "how are things with you and Jonah?" You chuckled dryly and leaned against the countertop. "We bickered last night. He made some stupid comment about me spending time with Corbyn and moving out of his room. I miss him but god, I am so mad at him I'm not sure what to do." you explained. As you finished your sentence, Jonah strolled down the stairs. He awkwardly looked between you and Zach and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The tension in the room grew thicker and you shifted your feet nervously, waiting for the moment to pass. Jonah walked back upstairs without saying a word and you let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. "That was painful to watch." Zach said and you rolled your eyes, "Shut it."

As the day went on, the boys slowly started packing up their stuff. You had a 5AM flight to London tomorrow and you were masking your worry about Jonah with excitement. This was your first time going to Europe and there were so many sights you wanted to see. The amount of pictures you were going to take, the insane crowds at the shows; everything about the next few weeks made you ecstatic except dealing with Jonah. You threw yourself onto the couch, sighing deeply. Corbyn came downstairs and saw you limp on the couch, staring out the window. He leaned over the back of the couch to see your face, "You okay?" he asked. You hummed, not breaking your gaze towards the cloudy sky. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." You turned over to look at Corbyn, "Are you guys off all day?" He shook his head and came around the couch, picking up your legs and setting them on his lap once he sat down. "We have an interview out in Hollywood, we're doing an acoustic performance on air and then we have another interview for Seventeen after that. You gonna be okay here by yourself for a few hours?" You nodded and he patted your leg, standing up and going back upstairs. "Let me know if you need anything!" he chirped on his way up and you smiled, thankful to have Corbyn around. An hour or so passes by and it's time for the boys to leave. The car pulled up in front of the house and Daniel made sure everyone had their keys and phones before they let you know they were leaving. Jonah poked his head in the doorway, spotting you sitting on your bed watching TV. "Hey, uh, we're leaving. We'll be back around 10." he said quietly and you nodded. "'Kay, see you guys later." you said and he left, shutting the door. You laid back onto the bed, letting out a loud groan once you heard the front door shut. You turned off the TV and pulled out your phone and connected it to Corbyn's speaker. You shuffled through your playlists, looking for a song that you could let a good cry out to. Sometimes you just need to cry it out and this was one of those moments. All of your anger and frustration melted into sadness, your heart was aching as hot tears poured down your face. You were so in love with him. He was your person, the one that knew you the best and made you feel safe. Jonah felt like home to you, and without him you felt lost. Of course you had the boys, Corbyn and Daniel especially, but Jonah meant something different to you. He was the love of your life and underneath all of the heartbreak you still wanted him. You still loved him. But you were so mad, so torn. You pushed yourself off of Corbyn's bed and strolled into the hallway, the empty house haunting you. You walked across the hall up to Jonah's door, gently pushing it open. You let your socks slide across the hardwood floor as you walked around his room. You opened his closet, running your hand across the sweaters and jackets hanging up. You found one of your particular favorites, lingering your hand over the sleeve. You pulled it off the hanger and put it on, taking in the familiar scent of Jonah's cologne. It made your eyes water again, your cheeks feeling tight and dry from the previous tears. Walking past his keyboard, you let your fingertips glide over the keys, the image of Jonah with his bottom lip between his teeth and his brows furrowed as he tried out different melodies flashing back to you. You made your way into his bathroom, smiling sadly to yourself at the uncapped toothpaste on the counter. No matter how many times you nagged him for forgetting to put the cap back on, he still did it. You looked at yourself in the mirror: eyes red and puffy, hair strewn in different directions, drowning in Jonah's sweater. A sudden boom of thunder made you jump, followed by a flash of lightning. Your heart immediately began to race and you rushed out of the bathroom towards the windows. You pulled back the curtains to see heavy rain and dark clouds filling the sky. You clenched your jaw in fear—you were terrified of storms. It didn't help that you were home alone in the big empty house for the next three hours. You decided to just cuddle in bed and blare music to drown it out. As you reached for the door handle to go back into you and Corbyn's room, you stopped yourself. You let your hand drop and walked over to Jonah's bed, crawling under the covers on what used to be your side of the bed. You laid your head on the pillow, looking over at the other side of the bed. Memories of late night conversations and pillow fights flooded your mind, along with those of Jonah cuddling you into his side and playing with your hair until you fell asleep. The tears flowed just as heavily as the rain outside, your body wracking with sobs under the comforter.

You laid there for what felt like hours but it had only been around 45 minutes. You wiped your cheeks and took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. The storm was not letting up and you were extremely on edge, listening to the harsh thunder and the wind whistling outside. The sound of the front door slamming caused you to let out a yelp, hiding yourself under the blankets. You quickly realized someone was home at the sound of keys hitting the marble countertop and checked your phone, it was only around 8 o'clock and the boys weren't supposed to be back until 10. Before you could get up and see who it was the door swung open. Jonah stood in the doorway, hair soaked from the rain and trying to catch his breath. You froze in your spot, realizing that you looked absolutely insane. "Jonah—" "Is that my hoodie?" he cut you off and your face turned red, forgetting you were wearing it. "Yeah," you said slowly, "why are you home? Don't you have interviews?" you asked, still in his bed. "It's storming." he said plainly, like it was obvious. You nodded slowly, "Yes, I know that. That still doesn't answer my question." Jonah took another step towards you, the room silent other than the rain hammering against the windows. "Why are you in my room?" he asked, shrugging his jacket off. You looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye. "Does it matter?" you muttered, picking at the comforter. Jonah sighed, sitting down on the end of his bed. "Yes, Y/N. It does. I came home because it started storming and I know they scare you. I didn't want you to be alone." he said gently, reaching out to put his hand on your leg but you pull away. On any regular day you would've found his rushing home to your rescue sweet, but in that moment you found it ridiculous. You scoffed at him, "Why? Why do you care, Jonah? You kissed me. You made the move, and then you just left me there. How could you do that to me? How could you tell me how much I mean to you, kiss me the way you did, then immediately regret it with no apology? Please do explain, because it makes zero fucking sense to me." you spat out at him, tossing the covers off your body and standing up. "Y/N, listen plea—" "No! You listen! You broke my fucking heart, Jo!" you yelled, the tears started to come back to your eyes. Jonah's face softened at the sight of your watery eyes, "You haven't called me Jo in weeks." he whispered and you wiped your eyes. "I know it was wrong, and you're definitely angrier than me but I'm sure I'm more hurt over this than you." he said and your eyes widened. Was he serious? "Seriously? Are you kidding me right now? I have been waiting for that moment for fucking years and I was so happy, we were doing so well. One second everything felt like a dream and the next the damn sky was falling. How could you hurt me like that without batting an eye? I thought you were my best friend. I lost my best friend, and you did that, so how did this hurt you more than me?" you shouted, the thunder rumbling in the background. At this point you'd stopped trying to fight the tears, letting all of the emotion out. Jonah ran his hand through his hair and gripped it at the root, letting out a sigh. "Because that shouldn't have been our first kiss, okay?" he yelled back. He stood up and you stepped back, flinching at how loud his voice was. He took another deep breath before continuing, still raising his voice. "Because, I'm in love with you! I am absolutely crazy in love with you and our first kiss shouldn't have been a drunk one! I panicked and I left you, and I ruined it for us. I didn't think there was any recovering from that night. I broke my own heart too, because I want you. I don't want you as my best friend Y/N I want more." he said, his last words coming out quieter than the others. You stood there shocked, unable to form a response to what he said. A particularly loud boom of thunder rumbled the house and a bright strike of lightning flashed through the curtains. You freaked out, yelping and jumping into Jonah's arms without thinking. He wrapped his arms around you, shushing you and holding you close to his chest. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here." he whispered into your hair. You started to cry more, sobbing into his shirt. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry." he said, his voice cracking. You pulled away and looked up at him, a stray tear sliding down his cheek. You brought your hand up to his face to wipe the tear and let your palm rest on his warm skin. "I'm in love with you too, Jo." you said, sniffling a bit. He let out a watery chuckle and tightened his grip around your waist, "After all of that?" he said. "It's gonna take a lot for you to make it up to me, but you'd have to do a lot worse to make me not love you." you said and he smiled. Jonah leaned forward and kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he spoke again, "I'll make it up to you," he said in between light kisses, "I promise." He pulled away and put his hand on your head, bringing you into his chest. "Jonah?" you ask and he hums. "Yeah babe?" The nickname made your heart flutter. "Can you show me what you imagined our first kiss to be like?" you said shyly and he moved to put his hands on your cheeks. He stroked your cheek with his thumb as he smiled down at you. "Gladly." Jonah leaned in and connected his lips with yours. You brought your arms up around his neck and he squeezed your hips. Your lips moved in sync as Jonah walked the two of you back towards the bed. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, breaking the kiss for a moment. Jonah hovered over you and kissed you again, this time leaving kisses all over your face and your neck. Jonah's phone started ringing and he groaned into your neck,

blindly reaching into his pocket. He answered the call, still leaning over you. You stifled a giggle at him trying to talk to who you made out to be Corbyn telling him to come back. You leaned up and kissed under his jaw, making his breath hitch in his throat. He coughed to cover it up and you couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I'll be on my way in a second. Alright, bye." he said, hanging up the phone. He planted one more kiss on your lips before standing up. "That was evil." he said, putting his jacket back on. You sat up and smiled at him. He turned to leave again and you stopped him, "Hey, come back here." He turned on his heel and walked back over to you on his bed. "Yes?" he said, and you grabbed his chin and pulled him in for another kiss. "Way better than my imagination." Jonah said, making you grin. "So what now?" you asked and he furrowed his eyebrows in response. "Are you gonna ask me out or what?" you said, shoving his shoulder. He laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Y/N, will you please do me the absolute honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked dramatically and you pretended to think about it. "Hmm, I guess." you said and he shook his head. "I gotta go but I'll be back soon with the guys." he said and headed for the door. "Jonah?" you said and he poked his head back in the room. "I love you." you said and he smiled, "I love you too."