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I Knew You Were Trouble - Jaythan (Jay McGuiness/Nathan Sykes)

Summary: A future policeman should have good instincts; it might be useful when it comes to capturing the bad guys. Nathan should’ve listened to his instincts in the first place—that Jay was nothing but trouble—and now he was falling for a ‘bad guy’. (May or may not be based on Taylor Swift’s ‘I Knew You Were Trouble.’)

“No, I don’t want to hear your apologies, Cadet Sykes. In two days, I want you to hand over the assignment on the psychological behaviour of James McGuiness. If I don’t have it on my desk by Monday… oh, you know what awaits you, Cadet.”

“James what?!”

“James McGuiness!” He then let forth a sigh. “You are so useless, Sykes. Can anyone explain to Mr Sykes who James McGuiness is?!”

Someone from the left wing of the hall stood up, clearing his throat before he exclaimed, “James McGuiness is a serial rapist and killer, whose series of work had started in 2009, when he was only nineteen years old. His victims are both male and female, around the age of eighteen to twenty-seven, most of them raped violently before being choked whether with his own hands, or the victim’s belt or scarf or—”

“I think the information would be enough, Valdez. Let Sykes figure out the rest on his own.”

I had to bite my tongue to avoid myself from letting a sarcastic remark escape my mouth.

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Even from where I was standing as I put on my favourite black, hooded jacket, I could hear the faint sound of his foot tapping against the floor nervously. The noise was indistinct enough, but somehow it still managed to send this annoying, vibrating pulse through me, making me feel like something was scraping my skin from underneath it.

I really felt like telling Tom to halt his action of tapping his feet because it was beginning to get on my nerves, but I knew better than to snap at a slightly-nervous-yet-energy-pumped Tom Parker.

“Hurry up, Nath!” Tom wailed from outside the door of our shared room, sounding evidently impatient and exasperated.

For f*ck’s sake, that kid had lived with me since our first day at this police academy, and he sure as hell know and acknowledge my tendency of being late when it comes to getting ready. Why would he intolerably even consider calling out my name loudly like that; did he want us to get caught?

Oh yeah, we were both trying to sneak out of the dorm past curfew hours to go to the town to just have a chill and hang out with our mates; it was Friday night, for heaven’s sake!

Tom wasn’t going to let curfew hours stand in between him and his hard-partying ways for sure, and considering I would not even prefer dying out of boredom in this dorm on Friday night, I guess I’d better join Tom.

No, don’t you even ask how we get past the securities.

Sometimes it crossed my mind, what kind of policemen we would both be in the future, with our attitude and behaviour; Tom with his live-free-and-party-hard-ways, and me with my inability to follow other’s orders or abide by any rule at all.

Almost a year of knowing Tom, I had never learned of the reason why he wanted to be a policeman, but he seemed to really love the profession and he was very adamant about getting good grades and attending classes, despite the distressing fact that he actually loved to break plenty of the academy’s rules.

Me? I just went with the flow. My dad said I should try and apply to enter the academy and I did, just to please him, being the good son I had never been. He was undeniably happy when I received the letter of admission, and he insisted I should go and make my life useful by contributing to the Queen and the country and the people—something I had never even dreamt of doing.

But I guessed he was right. Ever since primary I had never put myself to a good use, unless if I was asked to play along with the school band at a few festivals and stuffs, or being the one assisting my mom with groceries shopping, or reluctantly helping our seventy year-old neighbour throw her garbage once every two weeks (that was before she kicked the bucket).

Now, here I was, learning about laws and martial arts and investigation procedures and how not to shoot your own self (instead of learning how to shoot people). And I learned that bad guys can be anyone. Anyone at all.

“Hurry up, Sykes, for f*ck’s sake!” Tom called, or approximately hissed vociferously.

“Coming!” I replied in the exact copy of his exasperated tone as I began to trudge towards the door, eyes locking with Tom’s infuriatingly.

Tom, however, had let a cheeky smile drawn on his thin lips, enough to reflect the enthusiasm that was probably coursing through his vein, pumping vibes of faint adrenaline throughout his lanky physique.

His smile and laugh had always been contagious—that was what I had learned from nearly a year of knowing him—and I could not help that precise copy of his grin from forming on my own face. It was as if his energy was transferred to me; I could now feel the pulsating vibe of excitement rushing through my whole being.

“You ready mate?” he inquired, beaming cheekily.

I nodded, “It feels like we’re going to do bungee jumping though; I feel so nervous.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Tom walked past me, before working to lock the door to our room. “We’re both excited, and also nervous, ain’t we? Because the last time we went out we nearly got busted.”

Oh, so that was why he was being so nervous. I had wondered why a Tom Parker could get on the edge and be so nervous about something, and now I knew.

“Oh God, Nath!” He suddenly exclaimed.

“What?!” I asked nervously, in response of Tom’s shocked exclamation just now.

He now had a hand clamped over his own mouth, as he spun around on the balls of his feet to face me, meeting my eyes with his surprised, widened hazel orbs.

“What was it Tom?” I asked again, curiosity and concern evident in my shaky tone.

Tom turned around again, removing his own palm from his mouth. Slowly, he poked his head back into our room through the door that was left ajar due to his moment of shock just now.

I stood on my tiptoes in the attempt to look past his shoulders and see what was actually wrong with the room. Had I actually forgot to shut down the air conditioner? Or did I leave the cloth iron on? Or maybe a crow decided to fly in and steal one of Tom’s boxers that he inconsiderably arranged across the headboard of his bed (dirty bastard, I know).

Tom turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder and met my gaze. His eyes were filled with floods of worry and confusion. “I thought I saw someone by the window.”

I wave of jolt went coursing through my body, conquering my spine and threaten to weaken my support system. “Inside or outside?” I managed, almost chokingly.

“Outside.”

“But that’s crazy, mate, we’re on the third floor,” I pointed out incredulously, “and this f*cking dorm doesn’t even have fire escape.”

Tom frowned, his dark eyebrows meeting in the middle, lined dark with misperception and uncertainty. “Well, maybe it’s the shadow of that enormous tree in front of our window.” He then let forth a nervous laugh; I could hear the faint tinge of insecurity in the sound of his low-volume snigger.

“Mate, you need glasses,” I said sarcastically as Tom began to fiddle with the lock again.

The response was yet another nervous laughter, but this time it was accompanied by a sardonic remark. “It’s the pot calling the kettle black; you’re half-blind yourself Nath, deal with it.”

“Don’t be racial.”

“Racial?” Tom asked in disbelief. “I don’t even remember a single racial remark of mine especially in the last…” And then he paused for a bit, probably letting that wave of realization hit him. “Oh…”

Tom could be one of the quickest people to comprehend a situation or understanding ladies, but he was probably one of the slowest to understand jokes and sarcastic remarks.

I found myself rolling my eyeballs in disbelief, before being playfully tackled into a headlock by Tom.

***

For starters, we were having a blast that night. Tom was completely pissed; drinking laughing and dancing on top of tables and kissing random birds, and even boys.

At one point of the time, I found myself turning down the undeniable temptation of getting completely wasted as I realized Tom might need my help to get back into the Academy, considering he probably couldn’t even walk straight, or even differentiate between his own fingers and his p*nis.

Through the night, I had earned that we weren’t the only police cadets to sneak out regularly on Friday nights. Max George, one of our seniors, had been doing this for almost three years now.

We did chatted a bit that night, talking about the academy and the perks of being a policeman and I thought at one point he did whispered to us a few tips and tricks to get away with our deeds and partying ways, but I guessed I drank a little too much that even the information managed to slip right out of my brain.

“Tom, you wanna dance?” Max asked, grinning wildly with enthusiasm.

Tom nodded vigorously, probably channelling the same level of excitement as Max. “Nath, you wanna join us?”

I shook my head, which wasn’t very much of a good idea as my head began to pound slightly, blurring my vision. “No, you guys go ahead.”

“Alright, let’s go Max.”

Though I couldn’t see well, I was pretty convinced that Max had offered his hand to Tom in a gentleman manner, and Tom had giggled like a crazy seven-year-old as he accepted the offer. I didn’t know if it was because of my swimming vision or my brain was beginning to react to the alcohol that I began to see ridiculous things, but I could’ve sworn those two skipped their way towards the middle of the dance floor.

Something was definitely hammering inside of my head, and I found myself in the sick need of a chair or someplace to crash myself onto. I just need to sit and calm myself down a bit, before this pounding between my eyes could turn into an unforgiving monster headache. Or else I and Tom are going to have a handful to deal with in the morning.

I spun around a little too abruptly for my aching head’s liking, that a sudden wave of pain seemed to explode inside of my head and I could feel myself surrendering to the gravity and both my legs seemed to give away and buckle from underneath me.

I just waited for the moment I land harshly on the club’s floor, and probably just knock myself out so that I do not go through even another second of experiencing this headache. But that didn’t happen.

I felt a pair of hands wrapped securely around my abdomen, supporting my weight. Whoever was holding me, I could feel his warmth seeping through both our shirts, and for that moment we were probably off the same temperature, sharing warmth involuntarily.

I forcefully peeled my heavy eyelids open; partly because I felt the need to stay awake and not pass out and bother this person and give him a tough time helping a passed-out me. Partly also because curiosity was beginning to take over my brain despite the waves of agonizing pain inside my head; I really wanted to know who was actually kind enough to help a random nineteen-year-old stranger in his moment of weakness.

“You alright mate?” The voice was soft and velvety, close enough to my left ear that I could feel his warm breath tickling my pinna.

I nodded slowly whilst silently thanking god that it was miraculously pain-free.

“Can you walk?” he inquired, this time a bit louder than before.

As if responding to the angelic voice, I could feel the headache subsiding a bit; the progress was faint as well as slightly unnoticeable, but probably it was just me being extra-attentive that I realized the pain was less agonizing by every second. Maybe he was an angel, after all, as his presence was enough to decrease the pain.

“Mate,” he inquired again, his voice still tinged with concern, “can you walk?”

“Yeah,” I croaked, internally kicking myself for not being able to produce a better voice for this angel to hear.

“Good, I’ll help you walk to the bathroom okay?”

I nodded, and we began to wobble together towards what I assume was the bathroom. After a minute or so we finally reached the bathroom, and that was when a wave of nausea washed through my being and I found myself shuddering violently. Panicked, I quickly clamped my own hand over my mouth, for fear of vomiting right on the man’s shoes.

“Are you alright?”

This time, I shook my head. And I could feel the vomit crawling up to my throat. I found myself eliciting a gagging sound, and I could hear the man cursing under his breath.

Panicking, I tried to push the bathroom door open with one hand, but my effort was to no avail, thanks to my drained energy and my bony hand. Luckily, the lad was there to help me push the door and I sprinted inside as fast as I could before running towards one of the empty stalls.

For one minute, I couldn’t think of anything except for the fact that I need to get it all out. I kept emptying my stomach, letting everything including my dinner crawl out of my throat and into the toilet bowl.

Once I was sure there was nothing left to be emptied, I pulled the flush and stood up from my kneeling position.

I pushed my fringe out of my sweaty forehead as I turned around, only to be reminded by the fact that I wasn’t particularly alone at the moment.

Now that the pain was almost gone and my eyesight had regained its normal vision I managed to make out the figure that was standing before me, his eyebrows furrowed in utter concern.

He was tall, six-foot-one at least, with soft, chocolate-coloured curls and vibrant electric-blue eyes that swirled like storm in his orbs.

As our eyes met, he managed a lopsided smile. “You alright now, mate?”

“Yeah,” I managed, sounding better than the first time. I trudged towards the sink and decided to clean and rinse my mouth. I certainly didn’t want to have a conversation with a mouth that stunk like rotten fish and bad potatoes.

I was gargling the water when he said, “It was one of the waiters; he put something in your drink.”

I nearly spit out the water in sheer surprise. I quickly spit it out into the sink, before turning around on the balls of feet to meet his blue orbs, seeking reassurance. “What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I saw him when he did that,” he insisted. “That was why I was watching you all night, if you noticed. Not that I was being a freak or trying to hit on you or anything, no, but it was because I was scared if he might do anything to you. I’m not sure if I could live if I know you get hurt and I couldn’t help you.”

I could feel my heart hammering against my chest. Someone had put something in my drink. If it wasn’t for this man, I don’t know what the hell would happen to me. I could get killed, poisoned, and if that was GHB, I could’ve got raped.

Wait, did he say he was watching me all night?

I could feel the heat rising up to my cheeks, despite the fact that I was trying hard to keep myself calm and collected. I really hoped I wasn’t blushing.

The curly-haired lad let forth a small chuckle. “Your cheeks are flushed.”

Damn it! I brought my hand to my cheek, initially in the attempt of slapping myself, but then I regain my senses and decided to just rub it self-consciously. “I… It just… kind of… happened.”

He giggled again, and oh my, it sounded like wind chimes mixed with the echoes of the strums of a guitar. “Never mind. I am Jay, by the way.”

He happily extended his right hand at me, which I gladly grabbed and shook. “Nathan.”

We exchanged smiles for a bit, and I was praying so hard that I wasn’t grinning like an idiot. We slowly pulled our hands away, and I found myself frowning involuntarily at the loss of contact.

I felt like a total idiot for feeling that way. What was I doing? I had just known him for barely a few minutes, and now I was beginning to get emotionally attached to him. Part of me was high with this new, unrecognizable wave of feeling that was beginning to seep into my veins. The other part of me was disappointed with my inability to keep hold of my own philosophy—do not fall in love at first sight.

I breathed, “Maybe I should get going, Jay. Nice to meet you, mate.”

I was about to start my pace towards the door when he grabbed me by the arm, part gently persuasive, part adamant and insisting. “No, no, stay mate, please.”

I frowned at his pleads. Why would he want me to stay?

“I mean, the waiter is still out there; he could hurt you.”

“Oh right.” I let forth a sigh, taking a couple of steps backwards and began to lean against the counter again.

From a peripheral peek, I could see Jay holding back a sly smirk. “So Nathan, you don’t look like you’re old enough to have a bloody drink around here.”

I frowned, before crossing my arms tentatively. “I’m nineteen; turning twenty in two months.”

“Oh, so you’re in college?”

I shook my head, “Nope, Police Academy.”

Jay looked slightly shocked, “Oh, you don’t look like a policeman.”

“I’m not even a policeman yet. I’m working on it.”

He laughed. “I know, silly. I mean, you sure don’t look like someone who will manage to catch a thief or arrest a criminal though.”

“Oh,” I cocked an eyebrow. “So you’re making assumptions before you even know me.”

“No, no, no, Sykes, I know you. I know you very well.”

That sentence hit me like a hurricane. I could feel my breath being caught at my throat. I had to fight the need to back away, when I realized I already had my back against the counter. Nowhere to run, Nathan.

Unless if you managed to run past him and get to the door before he does.

If you’re smart Nathan, you’ll leave. He is nothing but trouble.

No, no, no, what are you thinking? He just saved your arse; why are you assuming impossible stuffs about him?

I steeled my nerves and remarked, “You’re not as nice as I think you are, right?”

He smiled that sly smile again. “Yes, Nathan.”

“Oh, good to know.”

He was one piece of trouble, and I knew it.

“I think you should know that I’m quite handy with martial arts,” I pointed out bravely, hoping that it was enough to put up a façade of unwavering courage instead letting him see through me and realize that I was so f*cking close to sh*tting myself right now.

He smirked again, “I think I should let you know that I’m quite an expert in that too. Don’t you have pepper spray?”

I rolled my eyeballs in frustration; he was certainly messing up with me.

“Come on, Nathan, I’m just kidding,” he laughed. “It’s not like I have the heart to hurt you. I’m very much…” he closed the gap between us with a couple of small strides, leaving the space between us by only mere centimetres, “… I’m just too captivated by you to even think about hurting you.”

I found myself swallowing haltingly; he must’ve been kidding. I let forth a nervous laugh, “Can you get any cheesier?”

“I’m a cheesy pack, what can I say? I came with extra cheese, with more cheese on top.”

“F*ck you; stop messing with me,” I pushed him away slightly, in my hopeless attempt of acting playful and coy.

Wait, what was I doing? I knew he was flirting with me, and why the f*ck was I flirting back?

Just back off from this game, Nathan, back off.

Jay lowered his head a bit, trying to meet his blue orbs with my green ones. “I know I shouldn’t do this, Nathan; I know this is bloody weird… But I feel this strong attraction towards you, and I sure as hell know that it’s real.”

I blinked in disbelief, “Jay, I…” I don’t feel the same way. Well, maybe. But I don’t know Jay, I don’t think I’ll go as far as falling for you.

But my own tongue was betraying me, keeping the words hung at my throat.

“Jay…”

“I know you don’t believe me, Nathan,” he said, “so let me prove it to you.”

I was about to say ‘no’ when he cupped the sides of my face with both his hands before gently landing his lips on mine.

At first I let my being be conquered by shock and disbelief and my lips’ reluctance to return the kiss. But there was something about his sultry, soft lips and the way they were gracefully, gently moving on mine with a somewhat passionate yet tender rhythm that had made me lose all rational and sanity and began to let my lips move along with his, returning the kiss.

If fireworks could explode, it would’ve done the moment he began to press his lips harder on mine, as small moans were being elicited into each other’s mouth. I could feel his hands sliding up and down my back, grabbing fistfuls of my white shirt that I was nearly convinced that he could’ve violently ripped it from my body.

I brought my fingers to his curls, absent-mindedly tangling my fingers in it, tugging at it gently as I concentrate on tilting my head by the right angle so I could give Jay a better access to my mouth.

I nearly broke the kiss out of sheer surprise when Jay grabbed my sides suddenly, only to lift me up onto the sink counter. As if our lips were glued, the kiss was not once broken as we continued in a somewhat more vigorous, passionate rhythm.

I never thought a kiss could change my mind, but yeah, it did.

I heard myself eliciting yet another moan at the back of throat when Jay licked my bottom lip, obviously asking for entrance permission.

I tried hard not to give in casually; I had done too much of that tonight. This whole thing was such a stupid act, that I could never help myself from doing.

Jay’s hand crept up my thigh, sending chills running down my spine. His hand stopped its journey once it reached my bum, and I could not help but let forth an audible moan when Jay started to squeeze it.

He took that chance to slide his tongue into my mouth, fervently flipping it over with his own. And that was the moment I realized no escape plans could even work; I was irrevocably captivated by Jay.

The kiss lasted for… I don’t know, ten minutes? It lasted until I couldn’t even breathe; partly because the kiss was too fervent, too passionate that the effort of doing it was slowly draining my energy, while partly was because at certain times I even forgot how to breathe.

Jay slowly pulled away, panting violently due to the lack of breath. I found myself inhaling and exhaling in the same irregular pace as him, desperately trying to keep eye contact with him.

“That was..”

“Amazing.” He continued.

“No,” I said in between sharp intakes of breaths, “it was insane.”

Jay laughed, before slowly leaning towards me, landing his forehead on mine. “I was honestly expecting a few punches from you; but instead you just kissed me back.”

“What would you do if I don’t return the kiss, and probably punched you instead?” I whispered, sounding slightly challenging.

He pecked my lips, “I will,” and then he kissed my cheek, “probably,” and then he let his lips trail down to my neck, before stopping at the crook of it, right where my jaw and neck met, “still,” and then, he began kissing that spot gently, “kiss you.”

I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my mouth as Jay began to aggression took over his actions; his gentle kisses had turned into nipping and sucking by now, and I could feel my head spinning wildly under the ministrations of Jay’s lips. My attempts of escaping those pair of lips were to no avail as the only effort I managed was my hands pushing at his chest slowly.

“Nathan!”

I could feel Jay stiffening, before detaching his lips from my neck. Despite my disappooval at the loss of contact, I tried my best to greet the owner of the voice with the best smile I could manage.

“Hey Tom,” I said, before jumping off the sink counter—only to stumble slightly and be caught by Jay’s quick arms.

Tom managed a grin, before bringing his index finger to his own lips. “I won’t tell anyone, mate.”

Jay chuckled; he was still facing me, his orbs never once leaving my face. “Go ahead, Nath. Go back to the dorm, and try not to get caught.”

I frowned at him, and in return he let forth a small chuckle. I trudged past him and made my way towards Tom, who was standing there at the door with his eyes half open and that stupid grin.

I walked past him, and from a peripheral peek I could see him moving his lips to start talking but I quickly said, “For f*ck’s sake mate, don’t you dare say a thing.”

I swear I heard Jay’s snicker echoing in the bathroom.

***

“Mr. Sykes!”

It was the sound of a pair of hands pounded on my table that had woken me up from my afternoon slumber. Out of surprise, I nearly jumped out of seat.

The first thing I heard besides the annoyed bellow from Mr. Chapman was the voluble laughter of the rest of the Psychology class.

“Having a good afternoon nap, eh Sykes?” Mr Chapman asked sarcastically, his arms crossed.

I brushed the sleep out of my eyes; damn, it was all because of last night!

“Did you hear what I just said?”

I blinked, dumbfounded. “Uhm, which one was that, sir?”

The whole class erupted into yet another fit of laughter, sarcastic and tauntingly amalgamating in the air of the lecture hall.

“Honestly, sir, I am very, very sorry—”

“James what?!”

“James McGuiness!” He then let forth a sigh. “You are so useless, Sykes. Can anyone explain to Mr Sykes who James McGuiness is?!”

“I think the information would be enough, Valdez. Let Sykes figure out the rest on his own.”

I had to bite my tongue to avoid myself from letting a sarcastic remark escape my mouth.

***

I was desperately sneaking around in the library, completely dumbfounded. How was I supposed to finish the assignment when I know next to nothing about that McGuiness serial rapist?

The whole point of it was to study his psychological behaviour anyways, so I decided to dig up some good psychology books, especially ones that feature a criminal’s psychological tendencies and stuff. Now here I was, stuck in the middle of the academy’s library looking for the book I’ll never find.

I fought back a yawn as I scanned through the books on the shelves. Honestly, I couldn’t even comprehend the words and letters of the titles; I didn’t even f*cking know which book to pick!

“Looking for this?” A hand held a thick book in front of my face.

Wait, I know that voice.

I instantly turned to my side, only to be faced by Jay himself.

“Jay, what the f*ck are you doing here?!” I asked in utter disbelief. “This is a prohibited area; how the f*ck did you manage to get in?!”

Jay quickly cupped his hand over my mouth. “Shh, Nath, relax… I’ve missed you; that’s why.”

I rolled my eyeballs, before carefully pulling Jay’s clamping hand away from my mouth. “It’s only been a couple of nights, Jay.”

Jay laughed and handed me the book, “Two nights is bloody long enough for me, Nathan.”

I took the book from him, examining the cover and the title. A wave of realization washed through me, and I could feel lines of confusion beginning to crease my forehead. “How do you know I was searching for this book?”

He shrugged, “I asked a few people from your class.”

My jaw fell open. “So people do saw you here?”

“Come on, Nath, stop being so serious!” he said, playing with my fringe before caressing my cheek with feathery touches. “I’m just missing you so bad. Do you miss me?”

I sighed, “Of course I do, Jay.”

In my entire life, I had never seen someone smiled so wide before. Jay’s beam was so wide with elation that it looked as if the sides of his lips could connect with his ears. “Can I have a Nathy-bear hug?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, before wrapping my arms around his neck and letting his pair of muscular arms slide themselves across my waist in a hold that was strong and enthusiastic enough that it was able to lift me off my feet.

Jay began to kiss my hair, and judging from the way his chest had raised, he was inhaling very deeply; probably taking in the scent of my hair. Suddenly, I felt extremely self-conscious and found myself vehemently trying to remember when the last time I had shampooed my hair was.

Jay had finally set me down again, untangling me from his enveloping strong, warm embrace.

“Jay, what are we?” I didn’t really understand why I had asked the question, but I did.

Lines of confusion were marring Jay’s handsome face, “What do you mean by that, Nath?”

“I mean, what are we? A couple? Or are we just friends?”

Jay laughed, “Anything you like, sir.” He then leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. “We can get married if you want to,” he remarked, winking playfully.

I put both my hands on his shoulders, “Then I’d be Mr Nathan…”

Then it hit me.

“Wait, I don’t even know your last name, Jay.”

The happy lines by the corner of his eyes, the little lopsided smile of his, that brilliant sparkle in his eyes… they were all gone by the moment I finished my sentence. Everything was being replaced by a façade of moroseness. “I don’t think that matter though.”

“It does matters if we’re getting married,” I said playfully, trying to inject some enthusiasm and hoping it will be contagious. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

“I want you to remember, Nathan, that I love you, and nothing else in the whole f*cking world matters. Not my last name. Not even the fact that you are going to be a policeman soon. Not even my own past. Not Parker. Or your father. Nothing.”

“Jay, I’m…”

He cut me off with his lips, crashing them on mine so harshly I could’ve sworn he bruised them. The energy, the desperation in the kiss was producing a rather more fervent, lustful rhythm of the movement of our lips on each other’s.

Jay was gripping my waist so tight as if the whole world was spinning and I was the centre of the Earth—the only thing that kept him sane and the only thing that kept him to the ground—and he sure wasn’t letting go.

I did what I could never stop myself from doing; playing with his soft, bouncy curls, intertwining my fingers with those silky threads of hair, trying hard to focus on how not to lose my sanity.

Jay’s kisses became harder, and my moans had turned from pleasurable to painful ones. What was wrong with him?

I pushed Jay away, and the kiss abruptly ended. Jay’s orbs were ignited with flames of anger, emitting blue fire.

“Why Jay?!” I hissed, looking around nervously. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jay let forth a sigh, dropping his gaze onto the floor. “I don’t know, Nathan, I just… I just love you so much.”

I backed a bit, leaning against the bookshelf, using its help to support my weight because my knees were threatening to betray me.

“Promise me, Nathan,” he took another step forward, meeting my gaze, “that you’ll love me, no matter what.”

“Honestly, Jay, I—”

“No, don’t you even f*cking dare tell me that you don’t love me, Nathan.”

I could feel my heart crawling up to my throat, making it hard to breathe, hard to speak. We’ve only known each other for two days, and now Jay was using the word ‘love’. It was either so brave, or so inconsiderate of him.

I was about to say something, when Jay’s lips attacked mine again; this time it really surprised me that I dropped the book in my hands, and it landed with a loud thud at the side of my feet.

The desperation in the kiss had never subsided; I know my lips were bruised by now. I tried to put my hands to good use, pushing at Jay’s chest so he could peel his lips away from mine, but he was so adamant that even my strength couldn’t fight him.

And then I realized what was actually happening. I felt Jay’s hand at my belt buckle, undoing them so quickly, so expertly that the next thing I knew my belt was already off.

I know what was happening, and I can’t let that happen. At least not in a f*cking library!

With all my might, I used both my hands to push Jay away, and miraculously I managed to cause him to stumble a few steps backwards.

“What the f*ck Jay, we’re in the middle of the library!” This time, I didn’t even mind about my volume, and f*ck that ‘silent please’ sign.

If my being could dissolve through the bookshelf, I would’ve probably done it instead of pressing my back hard against it in the attempt of keeping a good distance away from Jay.

If his blue eyes could turn a shade darker, it did; those cerulean eyes were darker by now, tinted with… was that lust?

“To be exact,” he took another step forward, “we are not particularly ‘in the middle’ of the library. We are exactly thirty-two shelves away from the librarian’s counter, and the closest person to us is barely fourteen shelves away.” He took yet another step forward, and I found myself backing away too. His intimidating tone was beginning to send shivers down my spine. “It’s lunch time right now, and there are precisely three persons in this library, minus you and me. So, what is it that bothers you so much?”

I brought my eyes to his hands, desperately trying to avoid eye-contact with him. And that was when I realized that my belt was still in his hands, and he was playing with it—wrapping it around his knuckles and playing with the buckle.

“Listen, Jay, if I had angered you, I am so f*cking sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to—”

I couldn’t finish my sentence because Jay pecked on my lips yet again. “It’s alright, babe. You really want to know my last name?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

Thirty-two shelves away, Jay had said. If I scream, then maybe the librarian will hear me. If I managed to sprint past Jay—which was probably so close to impossible—thirty-two shelves seemed like an impossible distance… And right behind me was the library’s light brown concrete walls. Good, I was trapped.

“My last name is McGuiness.”

If my heart could creep out of my throat, it would’ve already did by now.

Jay… James McGuiness.

I was about to let forth a scream when Jay grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around before clamping his hand onto my mouth.

“I love you, Nathan Sykes,” Jay whispered, before he begun to kiss up and down my neck hungrily.

And that was when I screamed, despite knowing the fact that a muffled scream couldn’t be heard from thirty-two shelves away.

The sloth’s note: Sorry for the lack of updates, I honestly DO NOT deserve this. You guys are just sooooooo amazing, and here I am being a complete arsehole to you. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one (a bit long, to make it up to you guys), and I’m thinking of doing part two, or even part three. I have the outline of the nest part in my head, and I’m hoping I can have it up soon. As usual, prompt me if you wish to, sweethearts. Your prompts inspired me in one way or another. I love you all, stay beautiful, you legendary pandas. xxx

#jaythan #jay mcguiness #nathan sykes #nathan sykes one shot #jay mcguiness one shot #the wanted one shot #oneshots

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rock-my-battlefield · 11 years ago

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Jay McGuiness One Shot- Make You Believe

Congratulations to Nafisa who won this one shot for helping me choose a new URL. I hope you guys enjoy the new name! This one shot is based off the song Make You Believe by Little Mix. I hope you enjoy this, Nafisa!

Your heart was breaking as you sat next to Jay who was crying his eyes out. He had just gotten into the worst fight with his girlfriend of three years causing her to break up with him. You had never seen Jay cry before but the minute his girlfriend left, he was a waterfall. He called you to come over because he couldn’t deal with the pain of being alone and he didn’t want the boys to see him like that.

“Jay, come on.” You said as you placed your hand on his knee. “You can’t cry like this. If she left you without even fighting to stay…she isn’t worth your tears.” You said. “Three years, Nafisa. Does that mean nothing? I spent three years with this girl. She had doubts but I made her believe I would love her and only her. I think I have a right to cry.” Jay said to you, getting up from the couch.

“Of course you have a right to cry, I’m not saying you don’t but Jay, think about it. If you had to convince her be in a relationship with you…it wasn’t meant to be.” You said. You were choosing your words carefully since you knew how fragile Jay was. “How am I supposed to put myself out there again…she was the first person I’ve ever truly loved.” Jay asked and you knew the tears were coming back. “Jay, take a look at Max. He was engaged for God’s sake but things happened and now he’s not. He didn’t think he would ever love again but look at him now. He’s back to the Max he was before Michelle. Jay you’re going to find that girl who’ll know she wants to be with you the minute she sees you. She won’t ever want to let you go.” You said as you connected your hands with his.

You and Jay always had a weird relationship. When you first met him, you two had a thing but soon it died down and you two decided to be friends instead. Although you were friends, it killed you to see him with another girl. You always had a soft spot for him and you would always hope that he would return the favour but because he was in a relationship, he never did. You wanted to tell Jay how you felt but considering he just broke up with his girlfriend…you thought you would wait a bit.

“Jay, there’s going to be a girl who will make you believe in love again. Love is the most beautiful yet tragic thing in the world. You dream about it but once you get it, it tears you apart. I know you and I know you want to be in love so badly…but you have to wait for that one person who’s going to love you with all her heart.” As you stopped talking, you wiped a tear from your cheek before Jay could notice. It was killing you to give him advice on girls. You wanted him to know how he felt but you also wanted to give him time.

“You know what? You’re right.” Jay said as he walked towards you. “And I think I know who that girl is.” You knew he could never be talking about you so as you heard him speak, your heart shattered. It’s not that you couldn’t pretend to be okay with him and another girl because you’ve been doing it the past three years but you were so close. “Well, I hope she’ll love you.” You said quietly. “I know she does.” Jay said before pressing his lips against yours. You didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back but when he pulled away, you asked “What?”

“You’ve been by my side for five years. You’ve heard me complain about girls, the lads…everything; even after our little thing. I never stopped caring about you, Nafisa…I never will.” He said before pressing his lips against your once more.

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luekhemmings · 11 years ago

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Jay McGuiness – Don’t Stop {For Tessa}

I watched as his curls bounced when he walked back over to me sitting on the sofa, I chuckled when he plonked his bum down next to me and reached for some popcorn from the bowl on my lap. “I love you,” he mutters placing a sloppy, yet loveable kiss on my cheek. Feeling blood rush to my cheeks I blushed heavily before leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too,” I reply, trailing my finger over the tattoo of a lizard.

“What’s that?” he asks, “On your neck, what is that?” he asks again, pushing some hair from my neck.

“Nothing,” I quickly reply, trying to think of an excuse.

“Tessa,” he frowns. “Is that a love bite?” he asks, pushing me to sit up.

“Not a love bite, my friend Anna bit me, honestly Jay.” I reply, looking into his crystal blue eyes. “I’d never cheat on you and I can’t believe you think I would,”

“Well I’ve been gone for months on tour, you’re going to get bored!” he replies, pushing the bowl from my lap. “Be honest with me Tessa,” he warns, crawling over me. “Did you cheat on me?” he asks, his face right in front of mine.

Shaking my head I swallow hard and look into his eyes, “No.”

“But someone bit you!” he exclaims, moving the hair to look at it. “And you’re my girlfriend,” he frowns, trailing his fingers over the mark.

“Jesus Christ Jay, you don’t own me!” I exclaim slapping his hand away.

“But you’re my girlfriend.” He growls, lowering himself down onto me making me sink into the sofa. “And my girlfriend doesn’t go behind my back and get love bites from other people.”

“Jay, stop!” I shout trying to push him from me. “Get off.” Suddenly his large hand had found its way towards my lower half and began rubbing briskly against my leggings. Immediately reacting to his touch I moaned approvingly and rolled my hips.

“Do you want me to stop now?” he growls into my ear.

“No,” I breathe, feeling him rub his hand harder in circles. “Fucking hell Jay,” I whimper, arching my back.

“Are you my girlfriend or not?” he asks, still moving his hand at a slow pace as his head lifted from my shoulder to look at me.

Nodding a reply I lean up to try and press a kiss on his smirked lips but he pulls his head back with a teasing chuckle. “Jay,” I whine, reaching my hands up to his head to bring him down. “Kiss me please,” I beg craving for his succulent taste.

“Do you love me?” he asks, his hand coming to a stop.

“I do, Jay.” I nod, stroking some curls out of his eyes. “A lot.”

“I love you too,” he smiles brightly, pressing his lips onto mine his hand that was once pleasuring me was now slowly edging up under my shirt and his thumb was gently rolling in circles on my stomach.

Jay’s movements were fast, like he was hungry for a kiss or he was scared to loose me and was trying to show me how much he’d missed me or how much of a good kisser he was. “I love you,” he breathed when we parted for air.

Then he kissed me again, pushing his tongue further, gently nibbling on my bottom lip, almost bruising my lips. He matched the rolls of the tongue with sharp thrusts of his hips, almost angry then turned on, and finally his lips attacked my neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks all over the place.

Chuckling he pulled away and looked down at me. “Don’t stop,” I whimper looking at him.

“I’m sorry Tessa, love,” he replies kissing my nose gently. “but… I like teasing,” he chuckles, getting off of my body and looking towards the film playing to itself on the TV.

#Jay Mcguiness #jay mcguiness one shot #the wanted #the wanted one shot #jaysbeanie

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audreyswhitelodge · 12 years ago

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I uploaded a story last night called "Spider" (it's under the "My Writings" page on my blog or if you just scroll down my page...) that my sister wrote and I really love it :3 it's kinda short and with Jay McGuiness so yeah if you wanna read it...go for it..

#personal #Jay McGuiness #The Wanted #Jay McGuiness one shot #The Wanted one shot

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1dtwpersonaloneshots-blog · 12 years ago

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A Challenge. A oneshot for Ashimah

She was at the bar as always, scouting her options. Of course she could always go back to the usual. But where was the fun in that? She looks at David, with his blond hair and green eyes, perfectly tanned skin and toned body, he was everything most girls wanted in a man. And it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to him because she was, It was more the he was TOO easy for her. She liked a challenge. She wanted something that would make her frustrated. Someone who wouldn’t fall to her feet. Still looking around she was getting ready to give up and leave when someone came up to the bar and ordered a drink.

“Hi, can I get a pint please?” A melodic voice asked quietly. Looking over she saw a tall, blue eyed brunette. Taking in his clothes, his faded jeans, blue t-shirt and black hoodie, and grey beanie she knew this was the one. She would take him home tonight, if it was the last thing she did.

“Hi there, I’m Ashimah. And you are...?”

“Uhh, my name is James. But you can call me Jay” His voice was pure sex, just the right amont of gruffness while still having a melodic sound.

“Well then Jay, are you new? I’ve never seen you before.”

He looked at her, his deep blue eyes alight with amusment “No, I actually am just here for the week. I’m in a band you see, and we’re only here for a few days”

Ashimah’s eyes light up with an idea. “Can I give you a tour of Highland?” she asked sweetly. “Sure ma’am, just let me finish this beer.” He gulped down his beer then let her lead him out. “Well this is the store/bar... and this is the gas station. Cherokee lives here and Dino beside her. And this here is the library. Would you like to read some books with me?” He followed her in and read books to her all night. Slowly, never forgetting his book marks. His voice always soothing her to sleep.

When she awoke in the morning she was snuggled into Jay’s side, his arm around her waist.

“Good Morning love. Looks like we fell asleep...”

“You know, this isn’t what I had in mind. But I can honestly say it was the best night of my life”

Jay looked her in the eyes, slightly nervous.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to give you an even better night. A proper date. What do you say?

“I say yes. Of course I’ll go out with you Jay. I did already sleep with you” She said with a smile.

Jay’s eyes lit up like a kid on christmas. “Thank you Ashimah. You won’t regret this” He said, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers lightly...

AN:Sorry it's so short! I had a REALLY hard time thinking about what to write about. In any case I hope you enjoy it lover :)

#chocolateswithnialler #Jay Mcguiness #jay mcguiness one shot #The Wanted #the wanted one shot requests

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sevensaugust · 11 years ago

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What about a Jaythan sort of Teen Wolf AU?

*rubs both hands together, eyes narrowed, smiling crookedly* Ya know the sloth is thinking of something smutty.

#jaythan #nathan sykes #jay mcguiness #nathan sykes one shot #jay mcguiness one shot

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nathansnaughtynicely-blog · 12 years ago

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Questioning Gets You Hurt: Jay McGuiness One Shot for Lexi

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He drinks so much. It worries me. It worries me to bits and breaks me into a billion pieces. He's addicted-- An addict. He won't believe anything I tell him. Nothing. He won't even listen to me when I bring up the situation. He denies that he is a 24/7 drunk. It breaks my heart to even get the hint that he doesn't give two flying fucks about my opinion and what I have to say. He doesn't realize how much I care about him. Alcohol has taken control of his life.

His attitude has changed more than ever. He has become more violent and aggressive with me if I don't do something he requests. He tells me what I can and cannot do. He forces me to do things for him more. He calls me all these names that are hurtful... and should never be used when you're in a relationship. The alcohol has become his ruler and he obeys it.

The sober boyfriend of mine was in our bedroom hungover from last night. I approached the doorway and just watched him as he lay in pain and rubbing his temples. I leaned on the door frame and squinted my eyes at him.

Today was the day to give him a decision. The decision he needed to think long and hard about instead of just setting it aside like it's nothing.

"Good morning, love," I said in a loving tone but quietly.

He turned his head and smiled a little and closed his eyes. He moved his head back to where it was before, "Morning, babe,"

I looked at him miserable self and just stood there.

He took a deep breath and looked back at me, "Are you going to come over here?"

I bit my lip and squinted my eyes once more. I walked in and sat in the chair at the vanity, "Jay..." I started.

He looked at me while squinting his eyes.

I looked at him with a worried look. I leaned forward on my elbows which propped up on my knees. I held my hands together and rubbed them nervously.

"You need to stop," I said softly. I didn't make eye contact with him. I was scared to.

I heard him move around in the bed. I glanced up at him for a bit. He was up on his elbow.

"Stop what?" He asked.

I looked back down and played with my fingers. I took a sigh and gulped, "Drinking," I said softly again.

His tone got a bit thicker and more offensive, "Why?"

I looked up at him as if he were crazy, "Why?! Jay, look at you! This is you almost every single damn day! You come home at 2 or 3 in the morning flat out drunk! And you wake up at 1 in the afternoon hungover and ready to go party again!"

He just stared at me with a glare.

"Jay, you have changed. You've changed so much! You've become so abusive towards me. You force me to do things. You force me to do things that I don't even want to do! You have changed so much, Jay. This!!!!" I pointed to him laying in the bed, "Is NOT what I fell in love with,"

He kept the same face as before.

I started tears, "It hurts, Jay. You have no idea what kind of worries I go through. Waking up to a 4 am phone call, if you're cheating on me, if you end up in the hospital.... I just want you to stop. This isn't you. Ever since your Dad passed alcohol has taken over you. It's been your ego, James. This shit has to stop...."

He sat up and looked at me dead straight in the eye. Then he rubbed his face.

I sat there staring at him. I wiped my tears that streamed down my cheeks.

He sighed and looked towards the ceiling. He had tears in his eyes. He then looked at me and crawled towards me on the bed. He sat across from me and held my hands.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I'll stop."

Those words just imprinted on my heart and left me so relieved. I smiled a little.

"I'll stop, babe. I will make sure I won't hurt you.. I'll let you do as you please. I didn't realize how controllsive and abusive I've been to you, sweetheart.. And it took me till I was hungover to figure this out. I won't drink anymore. If anything, I will get help because I don't want to end up like a bum on the street. I'd rather be in a happy place.. where I am now. With you..." He put his right hand on my cheek and rubbed it and then got up to kiss my forehead. He knelt down on his knee and looked up at me, "I love you... I will do anything to help this."

"Jay," I said, "If you drink one more time..."

"Yes, I know." He said holding tighter onto my hand.

"No you don't. I'm leaving...If you come home drunk one more time... I'm done....." I said starting more tears.

He stared at me in disbelief and nodded.

"I understand," He choked up and looked down.

I lifted his head up with my free hand and put my forehead onto his. I closed my eyes and sniffed.

He pushed my head lightly to make our lips touch.

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"It's only for tonight! No alcohol! I promise! You can even come if you want..." Jay said pleading.

I bit my lip, "Who is going?"

"Nath, Max, Tom, Seev, Nano, Scooter, Alex...you know. The posse." He smiled and leaned on the fridge.

I walked over to the sink and watched the lettuce I had, "No alcohol?"

"No alcohol," he repeated.

"And the posse will tell me that there is no alcohol if I ask them to tell me?" I asked looking up at him with a smirk.

"The posse will tell you that there is no alcohol if you ask them," He smirked.

I turned the sink of and flung the water off the lettuce and set the greens on a paper towel, "You promise?" I asked glancing up again.

"I promise. Cross me heart and hope to die, love." He crossed his arms.

"Are you positive?" I teased.

"HIV Positive," He winked.

I giggled and walked over to him, " I guess you can," I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed the back of it.

He smiled a bit and leaned down and planted a kiss on me.

"I'll show you what we produce tomorrow if you're not awake when I get home." He stroked my face.

"Well, I can't wait to hear what you lovely men produce." I giggled.

He chuckled a little, "What's for dinner love?"

"A very, extremely wonderful salad that my mum taught me to make!"

"I can't wait to taste that, then." He winked and planted another kiss on me.

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I watched about 3 movies from the time Jay left. I watched The Notebook alone because I was feeling loving. I watched the Lion King because I was feeling childish. Then I watched Mean Girls because I was feeling a tad bit horny and a little bitch-- so why not watch the movies that my emotions were striking out the most?

But Jay walked in stomping and breathing. Then I heard him fall. I shot up from the couch and rushed towards the door.

"Jay!" I shrieked. I got down on the floor by him.

But to my surprise when I tried to help him sit up, he was laughing uncontrollably. The smell of alcohol lingered on him. Specifically vodka and beer.

I sighed and helped him up.

"LEXIIIIIIII!" He screamed. I looked at him in response, "Help me to bed, bitch!"

I shook my head and put his arm around my neck and helped him into bed.

And that was it.

I packed quietly as he slept the alcohol off. I looked at him multiple times but felt so heartbroken. He didn't even say a word, he'd just lay there. I feel like the whole World crashed down upon me, that everyone turned against me and hid everything from me.

I packed the car to it's fullest extent with my belongings. By the time I was finished it was 2:30 am. I stood in the kitchen and looked for paper and a pen.

I sat down and wrote the following words:

James,

You were a wonderful man for the most part. You treated me so well-- so good for the most part! But after your Father has passed everything has changed. The love of my life hurts me everyday. I can't take it anymore. Every time you drink, I think you're trying to get away from life. I feel like you're drinking your way down the path of death. You are such a great person, Jay. You really are. You deserve better than me because I clearly can't help you. You don't listen to me. You refuse to let me to what I want and you are abusive to me. I can't be in the environment anymore. It's killing me as it is for you. You need to get serious help. You need to figure your life out. You have such an amazing career! Why do you want to throw it away?! You can't be doing this to yourself. You know for a fact that your Father won't be happy with your actions right now. You may miss him so much, Jay, but I also know for a fact that he wants you to live your life to the fullest instead of throwing it away on stupid alcohol. If you get help, I will consider coming back. You need to get your shit together. I'm not putting up with this anymore, Jay. I love you with all my heart. But if I find out that you're dead, I'll probably die as well. xx

--Lexi

And I left. I left the house we first bought together. I didn't know where I was going but I just drove. I drove so far that I just didn't give a fuck what happened to me. I just drove. For as long as I could.

I drove around for a long time. I didn't live in my car, I lived with friends, hotels, AND in my car. So i didn't just live in my car.

But one day, I got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I answered.

"I've got my shit together, Lexi. I need you."

The words that we're tattooed on my heart for as long as I live.

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I hoped you liked it, Lexi!:D<3xx

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morethansykes-blog · 12 years ago

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Jay McGuiness One Shot: Forget Me Not

Requested by Olivia

"Don't touch the straightener, Olivia!"

Olivia sighed, placing the instrument back on the dresser. How had her best friend convinced into leaving her hair curly tonight? She hated having it curly.

"It's all part of the costume, babe. You're going to be the hottest devil at this party," her friend assured her over and over again.

"Do you know if Jay is coming?" Olivia asked.

"Babe, let it go, seriously."

"I can't let it go!"

"You have to, it's over between you two, remember? He was kissing another girl! It's time to move on, get you a rebound."

"I don't want a rebound, I want Jay," Olivia sighed. It was true, she had caught her long time boyfriend kissing another girl and it had ripped her apart, completely. But she couldn't deny her feelings for Jay, she woke up thinking about him every morning and it killed her knowing that he still had a hold on her..

"Stop thinking about him!"

"Sorry."

The Halloween party was in full swing when Olivia arrived with her best friend. As they walked through the crowded hallway Olivia tried to discern the faces in the crowd but could recognise no one, everyone had taken their costumes too seriously.

They reached the kitchen where a young male was handing out drinks.

"ID?" He inquired when they approached.

Olivia stopped short, she was only seventeen and had no fake ID.

"Just kidding, sugar," he smiled and handed over two drinks. Olivia handed the second to her friend who was scanning the room.

"That guy was creepy," her friend said as they walked away, laughing. She lead Olivia into the lounge room of the house and began chatting to a group of boy lingering by the door. "This is, Liv," she introduced them.

The guys were sleazy douche bags and it wasn't long before Olivia got tired of their company. She left her friend, who seemed extremely content, with them and continued on through the house, hopping to get into the backyard from some fresh air. Onto her third drink, the alcohol was starting to get to her, she should have taken it slow.

"Nice costume," a voice laughed and Olivia felt a hand tug on her devil's tail. She spun around in shock to come face to face with a very drunk boy in a pirate's costume.

"Thanks," Olivia pulled the tail out of the boy's grasp, taking a step back in the process. "Got it online."

The boy step closer, slightly impended by the amount of alcohol he must have consumed. "I rented mine, gotta return it on Monday," he slurred.

"Good for you," Olivia took another step back, she didn't want to be hassled by any drunk, especially when she wasn't completely in control of herself.

"So what's your name?" He stepped with her.

"It's Liv."

"Nice," he nodded thoughtfully for a moment.

"And you would be?"

He was quiet for a moment before answering. "Noah. I'm Noah."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Olivia attempted to move away from Noah once more, but found him blocking her way, more than once. "Why don't you hang with me for a bit?" He suggested.

"I dunno."

"Come on, I'm loads of fun, I swear. Plus my friends all ditched me, so you'd be doing be a huge favour."

Olivia contemplated spending the night with Noah while unknowingly chewing on her bottom lip. She hadn't been approached by anyone else and Noah did seem friendly enough. There was something calming about his presence, like Olivia had known him for longer than five minutes. And they were wearing costumes, so it's not like he'd be able to recognise her if they should ever meet again.

"Come on," Noah smiled, reaching up and tugging on Olivia's bottom lip until she unclenched her teeth. "Come dance with me."

Olivia couldn't help but smile. Noah was so easy going, he was just what she needed. He lead her back through the house and into the lounge room where a DJ's table had been set up and music pounded against the walls. They past by Olivia's friend who squealed and pulled Olivia to her.

"He's cute," she staged whispered into Olivia's ear. "Have fun babe," she winked before letting her go.

Olivia laughed before following Noah further into the crowd.

"What's so funny?" He grinned.

"Nothing," she said and began awkwardly dancing. It always too Olivia time to become comfortable dancing in front of others, but she had to start somewhere.

Noah chuckled and pulled Olivia towards him and started drunkenly dancing with her. Many other girls approached him and tried to get his attention but, to Olivia's surprise, he pushed them all away. It took a while, but soon enough, Olivia was dancing and laughing like never before, she suspected the alcohol helped a little, but it was mostly Noah's presence, he was so cheerful and upbeat, it was contagious. Olivia could only remember feeling this joyful with one other and tonight, she was letting him fade away from her like a distant memory.

What felt like hours later, Olivia and Noah collapsed onto the couch after dancing up a storm. Olivia was high on excitement and Noah couldn't seem to stop smiling.

"You're like a dream, Liv," Noah called over the music.

"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself," Liv blushed.

Noah relaxed into the couch, flinging an arm over Liv's shoulders. Usually Olivia wouldn't allow this kind of contact from anyone other than her boyfriend, but she felt extremely comfortable with Noah.

The sat talking for a while before falling into a comfortable silence that was unusual at parties.

"Liv?" Noah said suddenly.

Olivia looked up from the floor to find Noah's face inches from hers. She didn't flinch back, she could feel his breath on her face. Without thinking, she began moving forward. She wasn't sure if this had been Noah's intention, but now she was reacting on impulse alone. Her friend had been right. She needed to forget about Jay and move on. Move on with Noah, maybe? He wasn't a bad choice. And he clearly liked her, or else why would he have stuck around for so long?

Her lips were almost at his before he pulled back, shaking his head. "I can't."

Olivia felt the pang of rejection and unwanted tears stung her eyes. Way to ruin a perfect night with your imagination, Olivia. Ashamed, she began to push herself off the couch.

"No, wait!" Noah said, pulling her back down. "It's just..." He sighed. "There's someone else."

"You're in a relationship?"

"Kind of. She sort of broke up with me 'cause I was idiot. But.."

"But you still love her," Olivia nodded her understanding.

"Yeah. You're a great girl, Liv. But you're not her."

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The next morning, Olivia woke from a restless sleep. It was late morning but felt as early as three. Groaning, Olivia grabbed her glasses off her bedside table before noticing her phone flashing. It buzzed noisily and she realised that must have been why she'd woken. She thought back to last night's party; the wonderful time she'd been having with Noah; the embarrassment when he rejected her. I never have to see him again, Olivia smiled at the thought.

Looking down at her phone, she saw she had one text message. It was from Jay:

We need to talk. Please. Come over, anytime.

Olivia pursed her lips. It must be serious, Jay never texted properly. Sighing, she scrambled out of bed before texting a quick reply to Jay and slipped into a shirt and jeans. What could he possibly have to say to me? She wondered. He hadn't texted or called her in days, not since they'd fought over the girl Jay had been caught kissing.

Half an hour later, Olivia found herself on Jay's doorstep. He grinned enthusiastically upon opening the door. Olivia felt her heart sink. How could he smile at her like that after what he'd done?

His smile faltered at her steady gaze and he let her into the house silently. "What is it, Jay?"

"I just," he started. "I wanted to see you."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Well you did. Guess I'll be going now." She turned to leave.

"No, wait!" He made to grab her arm, but thought better of it, ducking to block her path to the front door instead.

"What, Jay? Ugh, seriously. What is your problem?"

"I know you're still mad at me."

"Mad? No, I was mad last week. Now I'm done."

"Please, Olivia. Just talk to me."

"We have talked, Jay! There's nothing more to say. You kissed her. You can't take that back."

"I know!" He groaned. "I know. I was an idiot, but I-"

"I have to go to the bathroom," Olivia stated, desperately wanting to leave the conversation. She could feel unshed tears pooling in her eyes. Didn't Jay understand how much he'd hurt her?

Jay sighed, defeated. "You can use the one in my room."

Olivia turned without another word, knowing perfectly well where Jay's room was. She'd spent most days at Jay's house before he'd betrayed her.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Olivia quickly scanned Jay's room, noticing how messy it was. Jay was normally a slob, but he usually kept his room clean for Olivia's sake. Then she realised there was no reason anymore.

She shook her head, she didn't want to feel sorry for Jay, not after what he'd done. She crossed the room to the doorway but something caught her eye. A pirate's costume? She flashed back to the Halloween party, less than twelve hours ago she'd laid eyes on Noah, wearing the exact same pirate's costume.

"His middle name," Olivia whispered to herself, then louder, "Jay!"

Jay came at a run, stopping dead in the doorway. "What?"

"You told me your name was Noah."

"What?" He asked, confused.

She stared pointedly at the Pirate Costume in a crumpled heap on Jay's bedroom floor.

"Oh, must have forgotten to return that," Jay mumbled to himself.

"Last night, that was you in the pirate's costume!"

Realisation dawned on Jay's face. "Liv? Impossible."

"Why did you tell me your name was Noah?" She glared at him.

"I- It was Tom's idea," he shrugged. "We all used are middle names."

Olivia turned to face him fully, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt humiliated, betrayed. "You were going to kiss me!"

Jay gasped. "No! I wasn't! I didn't! In fact, you were the one who tried to kiss me!"

"I-uh," Olivia paused. "That was only because I didn't know who you were."

"Yeah? You sure you didn't actually want to kiss me?" Jay smirked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Olivia snapped.

Jay frowned.

"What happened between us yesterday, that changes nothing. You still kissed her. You still betrayed me."

"I know, I know."

"No, you don't! You don't get it, Jay! You hurt me! Last night, I was only trying to forget about you. But clearly it didn't work."

"Exactly, it didn't work," Jay started. "Because you still love me," his voice was low and full of hope. "And I still love you. And I will never ever betray you again. Doesn't last night prove that? I wasn't going to kiss you."

Olivia stopped to think, Jay's words resonating inside her skull. "You're right, you weren't going to. You pulled away. Why?"

"I told you, love," Jay smiled. "I'm never going to make that mistake again. All I care about is you. Not some really hot girl in a devil's costume I meet at a party while I'm pissed off my face. But, you."

And this time, Olivia believed him because the look Jay gave her held nothing but truth. He really did love her. He really had just made a mistake. Olivia alway believed that actions were louder than words. And there it was, the ultimate action. Jay had rejected her... For her.

"I love you James McGuiness," Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around Jay's neck, pulling him down to her height and bringing his lips to hers.

"I have never stopped loving you," Jay stated when Olivia finally pulled away. "And I never will. But, just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Never straighten your hair again."

Olivia laughed.

"Seriously, babe. You've never looked hotter."

#the wanted #the wanted fanfic #Jay Mcguiness #jay mcguiness one shot #northernlights13 #monalisa-payne

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fiftyshadesofsiva · 12 years ago

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anyone want a one shot?

#the wanted #the wanted fanfiction #the wanted one shot #nathan sykes one shot #jay mcguiness one shot #tom parker one shot #siva kaneswaran one shot #max george one shot

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thejadediaries · 12 years ago

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Euphoria A Jay McGuiness mature one shot

I warn you before reading this that it is long as shit. I went into detail so you can understand as if it were really happening. This is my second one shot I've ever written so please don't go in on me if you don't like it. I do accept constructive criticism. So don't be an asshole or I'ma get in that ass. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. I don't do request, I just felt like writing one. Thanks!

Euphoria

I'm laying in this tub thinking about everything going on in my life right now. I'm currently on tour with The Wanted and I'm so lucky to be with someone as great as Jay. The great thing about being on this tour together is that I don't have to worry about missing Jay immensely. As I lay back and soak in everything, I feel a hand brush against my thigh. I smile wide and open my eyes to see a face of an angel and eyes so blue that they might have came from an ocean on some exotic island. You see, Jay and I have known each other for 2 years but have been dating for about 7 months and we've fallen crazy for each other that we could give Tom & Kelsey and Siva & Nareesha a run for their money. Jay kept on caressing my thigh while we sat there staring at each other. I could just stare into his eyes forever.

“You did great tonight babe.” Jay said while moving up my body.

“Thanks babe. I'm so sore though.” I said closing my eyes and leaning back into the tub.

“Well you are singing and dancing around a stage for two hours (Y/N).” Jay say chuckling.

“I'm just glad we a day off tomorrow so I can sleep in all day. This shit is exhausting.” you say

“You want a massage love?” Jay says coming closer to you.

“God yes.” You say as you move to have your back facing Jay.

As he began working out the kinks, I was in heaven. His hands start at my shoulders and he slowly moved further down my back as his nails graze my sides. A small moan escapes past my lips as he continues to massage away hours of my hectic day. As I was getting lost into the massage, I felt him kiss the back of my neck and onto my shoulder. I can tell he was turned on by hearing him grunting as I kept on moaning. I turned my head to him and asked him if he wanted to join me. I was a little nervous looking at him naked being that we've never seen each other naked. You see I'm a virgin and I was waiting to lose my virginity to that right person and I think that person just might be Jay. Jay climbs into the tub with me and I lean back onto his chest. As we sat in silence, I felt his hand caress my inner thigh. I jumped a little being that it was unexpected.

“I'm sorry (Y/N). Do you want me to stop?” asks Jay

“No, I'm ready Jay.” you say while turning to face him

“Are you sure (Y/N)? You know I told you I'll wait for you.” Jay says sweetly

“I'm sure Jay. I trust you and I want to share this with you. I love you babe.” you say staring into his eyes filled with lust.

I turned back around as he went back to my inner thigh going higher until he reached my center. I jumped at the unfamiliar feeling but Jay tells me that it might feel uncomfortable at first but it will feel good eventually. He takes his left hand and starts to caress my left side from my thigh to my breast as his right hands slowly and sensually rubs my folds. I throw my head back as I'm enjoying this new found pleasure. I close my eyes and my breathing starts to get heavy as he is kneading my breast and my nipple while rubbing my folds at a more faster pace. Then his middle finger grazes in between my folds and lightly touches my clit. I instantly jolt up and my eyes burst open wide from him touching me. He whispers in my ear to relax and I do going back to leaning onto his chest. He touches my clit again and I throw my head back from the pleasure. My moans are now getting heavier and louder as he continues to rub circles on my clit. I bit my lip and grip onto the sides of the tub as his middle finger slides into me and starts going I and out of me. Jay starts to kiss all over my neck leaving many love bites as he add another finger. His thick, long fingers are sending me to a place I've never been before.

He grips onto my side as he thrusts his fingers into me faster and faster. My back arches from his chest and I'm now breathing from my mouth as I feel myself clutch onto his fingers preparing me for my first orgasm. My toes curl and scream out his name as I came hard onto his fingers. Coming down from my high and trying to get my heart rate and breathing on the same track, Jay kisses my temple and tells me how amazing that was. I turn all the way around to where I'm straddling him and I forcefully throw my lips onto his and began tongue wrestling with him. I'm on such a high that I don't want it to end just yet. I don't want to feel just his fingers pleasing me, I want him. All of him. We clean up and hop out of the tub. Jay picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. I start to giggle as Jay softly lays me down on the bed and gets on top of me but not having all of his weight on me. He looks me deeply into my hazel eyes and softly caresses my cheek.

“(Y/N), I want to be 100 percent sure you want to continue with this. Baby, I don't want you to do this just to please me. I only want to do this because you want to, okay?” Jay says seriously

“Jay, I really want to lose my virginity to you. I trust you with every part of me. If I wasn't sure about this, we wouldn't be where we are now. I'm ready.” you sternly look at Jay.

“Okay babe, this is gonna hurt. I'm not gonna bullshit you. At ANY point where it gets too much for you, tell me and I'll stop and this will be over. I want to make you feel good, not hurt you, okay (Y/N)” explains Jay

“Ok. I understand. Just go slow okay?” you say

Jay nods his head and softly kisses my lips. Every time he kisses me, I tingle all over. I smile into the kiss right before his tongue is on my bottom lip seeking permission. I happily accept. He then moves from my lips to my jawline to my sweet spot. I moan softly and I can feel him smile as he leaves yet another love bite. He moves further down to my breasts as Jay kneads and caresses one and attach his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the other. After he removes his mouth from one breast, he moves to the other one giving it the same attention. While his mouth is on my breast, I feel his other hand move down to my center and he begins to rub my folds and rub circles on my clit with his thumb. He then slides his middle singer and index finger into me as his mouth moves from my breast to my neck. My back arches and I instantly grip onto his arm.

He moves his fingers from me and I shot my head up looking at him confused because his magic fingers left me before I was about to experience another orgasm. He winks at me as he moves down further to where I desperately need him most. He quickly kisses my inner thighs before diving head first into me devouring my center like he hasn't eaten in weeks. My legs instantly wrap around his head and I grip onto his luscious curls for dear life. Fuck is the only word I can make out as his tongue enters inside me and his thumb begins to rub hard circles on my clit. My mind is only focused on the second orgasm I'm about to experience in mere seconds. My back arches off of the bed, my head is thrown deep into the pillow and my body is convulsing as I came hard for the second time tonight. I can't even open my eyes because I'm afraid that if I do, I'll think this is all a dream and I damn sure don't want to wake up yet. He climbs up to me and kisses me deeply as I can taste myself. He removes his lips from mine and asks if I'm ready. I nod my head yes and then he slowly enters me. I close my eyes tightly and grip onto his arm, digging my nails into him.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” Jay asks you concerned

“Yeah, just give me a minute” you say softly while taking a deep breath

After about two minutes goes away, Jay slowly thrusts in and out of me. The pain is back but not as bad as it was minutes ago. I can hear Jay grunt softly as I grip my nails into his back. He moves his hands from the side of mt head onto my hips as he starts to rotate his onto mine. The pain is now replaced my pleasure and now I can loosen my grip from his back. Oh my god, Jay and Fuck are the only words I can get past my lipsas my eyes began to roll into the back of my head. I want to feel all of him so I tell him he can move faster and deeper. He pauses for a second as he looks at me to make sure I was ready. I nodded and he goes deeper and faster. I throw my head back onto the pillow as my breathing is hitched into the back of my throat and my toes start to curl. I had no idea I can feel this much pleasure especially since this is my first time.

My mind can only think of Jay and what he is doing to me. He whispers things into my ear sending instant adrenaline through me. He then lifts my right leg over his shoulder and I can feel him go even deeper (even though I didn't know you can go any deeper than he already has). Then he rubs my clit sending my body to clutch around him while he digs his nails into my hips, his teeth into my shoulder and my grabbing onto anything in arms reach. When he says come for me (Y/N), and I completely lose myself by wrapping my legs tightly around his hips, my nails digging deeply into his back while I scream out his name damn near waking up the entire hotel floor as I came hard for the final time of the night and his first time, putting an end to our pleasure and sending us back to reality. I don't unhook my legs from around his wanting to still feel him inside me for a few more minutes. I finally let him go and we just lay there in silence. Suddenly, the phone in my room starts to ring and Jay picks it up. I can't really hear what is being said but I laid there soaking the entire night in. I hear Jay hanging up the phone disturbing my thoughts.

“It was downstairs, they said they had gotten some noise complaints.” Jay says while chuckling

“I didn't mean to be loud. Sorry babe.” you say shyly

“It's okay, I have that effect on the ladies.” Jay says laughing as I playfully hit him in the chest

“But for real Jay, thank you. I wouldn't have wanted to do this with anyone else.” you say while smiling at him.

“I'm honored you gave your virginity to me. I love you (Y/N). Now rest. You're gonna need it after that performance.” Jay says as he wraps his arms around you and you two drift off to sleep.

#jay mcguiness #The Wanted #jay mcguiness one shot

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