Up All Night (Fourteen)
Title: Up All Night
Author: Lauren
Pairings: Jack Barakat/John O'Callaghan, Alex Gaskarth/Rian Dawson
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Jack
Summary: “It’s okay,” he mumbled to me. “I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
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I knocked angrily on the door of mine and John’s apartment with my fist. I was ready to rip someone’s head off, and if I’m honest with myself, and everyone else in the world, I would like that someone’s head to be John’s.
First he wants nothing to do with me because I’m carrying his fucking child, then he does a complete 180 and suddenly wants to talk to me! Hell no. He can’t keep messing with my head and emotions like this, and it’s time he knows this.
I hear stumbling from inside the apartment and my stomach twists, causing me to wince painfully. I don’t know what caused this sudden anxiety but it worries me slightly. I bit my lip, anger filling me once again when I heard someone bump into something and a curse.
Just hearing his voice pisses me off. Fucking lovely. The door swings open, revealing a John that looks like he just rolled outta bed. His hair is a wild mess on top of his head and he has this sleepy haze still in his eyes and on his face, confirming that he had in fact just rolled outta bed.
He looks confused for a second when he sees me standing there with my hands on my hips and a deep frown on my face, clearly not happy with the dickhead in front of me. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed.
“What are you doing here, Jack?” His words are a still slurred from sleep. He always had taken a long time to wake up fully. No. Stop it, Jack.
I huffed, rolling my eyes. “You said you wanted to talk yesterday. So I’m hear to listen. And lay down some rules because this is becoming fucking ridiculous.”
“You rejected me when I tried to talk to you yesterday, then you wouldn’t talk to me when I came over later,” He muttered, blinking away some of the sleep from his eyes. They were beginning to clear up some.
“You cornered me, so no, I wasn’t going to willingly talk to you. Then you came around drunk! You know I hate when you try to talk to me about anything when I’m sober and you’re drunk. That’s pretty sad. Alex was ready to stab you in the balls with his fork.”
“Hm. Sounds just like that lovely jackass.” John leaned against the door frame. I swear, I had steam coming from my ears.
“I think you got it wrong, peckerhead. You’re the jackass in this equation. Coming around drunk and trying to force yourself on me to talk.”
“Did you come over just to insult me, cause if so, you can fuck off.” I looked over at him incredulously. Is he serious right now? Did I just hear that right? Did he seriously just say that to me just then?
“No John. You want to know what I came over to tell you? I came over to tell you to stop fucking trying to talk to me about whatever it is you wanted too, because I’m fucking done with this. I’m done with you wanting to talk when I don’t want to, but suddenly when I’m ready, you’re not. I’m done with you all together. You’re a piece of fucking work, O’Callaghan. I will give you that.” I was so pissed I was close to tears and my hands were shaking slightly.
“I wanted to talk about us, but you never give me the chance too. You always get pissy or some shit.” He retorted. He was now standing straight, no longer leaning. He had a hard set in his eyes and had his arms crossed defensively.
“Well now you don’t have to worry because there is no us anymore. I can’t do this, and I’d rather not stress about you while going through this,” I gestured to my growing bump. “It just seems easier. On both of us.”
John’s lips pressed into a thin line and I could see the gears working in his head. He was thinking hard about something, and that usually wasn’t a good thing.
Finally, he said, “Well, I’m not. I just need time. That’s what you’re not understanding here, Jack. I need time. I wasn’t ready for a kid or anything long-term but it looks like I don’t have a choice.”
“You do have a choice. You don’t have to be in the baby’s life. It’d be easier with you, yes, but I’m not saying I can’t manage if you’re not. Because I sure as hell can.” I wasn’t very sure about that. I could do this on my own finically but emotionally? Probably not. John seemed to sense this.
“I might not be ready now. I might not be ready next week, or the week after, or even within the same month. But I can promise you, at some point, I will be ready. It just may not be any time soon.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I want this, but I need time to wrap my head around it and think this through.”
I was left standing there dumbfounded. Not long ago John wanted nothing to do with me or the baby or anything. But now he’s suddenly wanting to accept that the baby is his and starting to figure out what he really wants. Either a life-long commitment to not only me but the baby or not one at all.
“You’re a piece of work John. I will give you that with no argument.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead, a headache starting to form in the center of my head and spreading. All because of John. And hormones “Just… just let me know what you’ve decided.”
He nodded without saying anything else and we were left there standing and staring at each other. I could feel the pull of attraction and chemistry I felt when I first met him. I blinked and went to turn away and walked down the hall to Alex’s room.
I got to the door and let myself in. Alex was sitting on the couch, a piece of his ice cream cake in his lap as he intently watched some TV program. He hasn’t seen me yet so I walk into the kitchen and grab a paper plate to get myself some cake. I need it.
I cut a good sized piece and walked back in the living, still going unnoticed by my best friend. I sat down next to him and looked at the TV as I dug into my cake slice. I didn’t know what the hell he was watching but whatever it was has really captured his attention.
We sat there for about five minutes before the show ended, and he finally looked over and yelped in surprised.
“God, Jack, don’t do that. I didn’t even hear you come in and shit, you gave me a damn heart attack you stupid prick. Fuck I hate you. You just took ten years off my life. Shit, shit, fuck, damnit.” He held his palm against his chest where his heart was supposedly located. I chuckled and poked him with a fork.
“You’re such a dork.” I smirked when he glared at me. He picked up his own fork and stabbed me back, only harder than I stabbed him.
“Shit, you’re gunna make me bleed to death before my child is even born!”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Whatever pussy. I don’t see an once of blood, you stupid over dramatic drama queen. Suck it up.” I gaped at him.
“Whore.” I muttered and slumped in the seat. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Slut.” He retorted.
“Dick.”
“Asshole.”
“Anus lover.”
“Peckerhead.”
“Dickwad.”
“Bitch.”
“Stupid fuck.”
“Hoe.”
“Ratchet bitch ass.”
“Fat ass whale.”
“Rude.” I slapped him over the head and he looked at me like he seriously couldn’t believe I just did that. I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow, challenging him to do something.
“Abuse. Damn.” He pouted.
“Suck it up buttercup.” I laughed at his expression, and leaned back in the seat. He began flipping through channels and I began to get a headache. He goes to fast and I don’t know how he even reads what’s playing. I can catch glimpses of shows but I couldn’t read the actual title.
I propped my feet on the table when he finally settled for watching Law and Order. I leaned my head back and sighed. As I watched the show, my mind kept going back to John.
I wish I could tell the future.
♠ ♠ ♠Sorry I took so long. School and soccer have been kicking my ass. I hate school already and I'm so ready for soccer to be done.
Author: Lauren
Pairings: Jack Barakat/John O'Callaghan, Alex Gaskarth/Rian Dawson
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Jack
Summary: “It’s okay,” he mumbled to me. “I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/28224.html
I knocked angrily on the door of mine and John’s apartment with my fist. I was ready to rip someone’s head off, and if I’m honest with myself, and everyone else in the world, I would like that someone’s head to be John’s.
First he wants nothing to do with me because I’m carrying his fucking child, then he does a complete 180 and suddenly wants to talk to me! Hell no. He can’t keep messing with my head and emotions like this, and it’s time he knows this.
I hear stumbling from inside the apartment and my stomach twists, causing me to wince painfully. I don’t know what caused this sudden anxiety but it worries me slightly. I bit my lip, anger filling me once again when I heard someone bump into something and a curse.
Just hearing his voice pisses me off. Fucking lovely. The door swings open, revealing a John that looks like he just rolled outta bed. His hair is a wild mess on top of his head and he has this sleepy haze still in his eyes and on his face, confirming that he had in fact just rolled outta bed.
He looks confused for a second when he sees me standing there with my hands on my hips and a deep frown on my face, clearly not happy with the dickhead in front of me. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed.
“What are you doing here, Jack?” His words are a still slurred from sleep. He always had taken a long time to wake up fully. No. Stop it, Jack.
I huffed, rolling my eyes. “You said you wanted to talk yesterday. So I’m hear to listen. And lay down some rules because this is becoming fucking ridiculous.”
“You rejected me when I tried to talk to you yesterday, then you wouldn’t talk to me when I came over later,” He muttered, blinking away some of the sleep from his eyes. They were beginning to clear up some.
“You cornered me, so no, I wasn’t going to willingly talk to you. Then you came around drunk! You know I hate when you try to talk to me about anything when I’m sober and you’re drunk. That’s pretty sad. Alex was ready to stab you in the balls with his fork.”
“Hm. Sounds just like that lovely jackass.” John leaned against the door frame. I swear, I had steam coming from my ears.
“I think you got it wrong, peckerhead. You’re the jackass in this equation. Coming around drunk and trying to force yourself on me to talk.”
“Did you come over just to insult me, cause if so, you can fuck off.” I looked over at him incredulously. Is he serious right now? Did I just hear that right? Did he seriously just say that to me just then?
“No John. You want to know what I came over to tell you? I came over to tell you to stop fucking trying to talk to me about whatever it is you wanted too, because I’m fucking done with this. I’m done with you wanting to talk when I don’t want to, but suddenly when I’m ready, you’re not. I’m done with you all together. You’re a piece of fucking work, O’Callaghan. I will give you that.” I was so pissed I was close to tears and my hands were shaking slightly.
“I wanted to talk about us, but you never give me the chance too. You always get pissy or some shit.” He retorted. He was now standing straight, no longer leaning. He had a hard set in his eyes and had his arms crossed defensively.
“Well now you don’t have to worry because there is no us anymore. I can’t do this, and I’d rather not stress about you while going through this,” I gestured to my growing bump. “It just seems easier. On both of us.”
John’s lips pressed into a thin line and I could see the gears working in his head. He was thinking hard about something, and that usually wasn’t a good thing.
Finally, he said, “Well, I’m not. I just need time. That’s what you’re not understanding here, Jack. I need time. I wasn’t ready for a kid or anything long-term but it looks like I don’t have a choice.”
“You do have a choice. You don’t have to be in the baby’s life. It’d be easier with you, yes, but I’m not saying I can’t manage if you’re not. Because I sure as hell can.” I wasn’t very sure about that. I could do this on my own finically but emotionally? Probably not. John seemed to sense this.
“I might not be ready now. I might not be ready next week, or the week after, or even within the same month. But I can promise you, at some point, I will be ready. It just may not be any time soon.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I want this, but I need time to wrap my head around it and think this through.”
I was left standing there dumbfounded. Not long ago John wanted nothing to do with me or the baby or anything. But now he’s suddenly wanting to accept that the baby is his and starting to figure out what he really wants. Either a life-long commitment to not only me but the baby or not one at all.
“You’re a piece of work John. I will give you that with no argument.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead, a headache starting to form in the center of my head and spreading. All because of John. And hormones “Just… just let me know what you’ve decided.”
He nodded without saying anything else and we were left there standing and staring at each other. I could feel the pull of attraction and chemistry I felt when I first met him. I blinked and went to turn away and walked down the hall to Alex’s room.
I got to the door and let myself in. Alex was sitting on the couch, a piece of his ice cream cake in his lap as he intently watched some TV program. He hasn’t seen me yet so I walk into the kitchen and grab a paper plate to get myself some cake. I need it.
I cut a good sized piece and walked back in the living, still going unnoticed by my best friend. I sat down next to him and looked at the TV as I dug into my cake slice. I didn’t know what the hell he was watching but whatever it was has really captured his attention.
We sat there for about five minutes before the show ended, and he finally looked over and yelped in surprised.
“God, Jack, don’t do that. I didn’t even hear you come in and shit, you gave me a damn heart attack you stupid prick. Fuck I hate you. You just took ten years off my life. Shit, shit, fuck, damnit.” He held his palm against his chest where his heart was supposedly located. I chuckled and poked him with a fork.
“You’re such a dork.” I smirked when he glared at me. He picked up his own fork and stabbed me back, only harder than I stabbed him.
“Shit, you’re gunna make me bleed to death before my child is even born!”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Whatever pussy. I don’t see an once of blood, you stupid over dramatic drama queen. Suck it up.” I gaped at him.
“Whore.” I muttered and slumped in the seat. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Slut.” He retorted.
“Dick.”
“Asshole.”
“Anus lover.”
“Peckerhead.”
“Dickwad.”
“Bitch.”
“Stupid fuck.”
“Hoe.”
“Ratchet bitch ass.”
“Fat ass whale.”
“Rude.” I slapped him over the head and he looked at me like he seriously couldn’t believe I just did that. I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow, challenging him to do something.
“Abuse. Damn.” He pouted.
“Suck it up buttercup.” I laughed at his expression, and leaned back in the seat. He began flipping through channels and I began to get a headache. He goes to fast and I don’t know how he even reads what’s playing. I can catch glimpses of shows but I couldn’t read the actual title.
I propped my feet on the table when he finally settled for watching Law and Order. I leaned my head back and sighed. As I watched the show, my mind kept going back to John.
I wish I could tell the future.
♠ ♠ ♠Sorry I took so long. School and soccer have been kicking my ass. I hate school already and I'm so ready for soccer to be done.