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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2

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Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!

Jonah

    7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

 Y/N

    Rolling over in bed, I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes as I extended my arm to wrap lazily over Jonah’s still sleeping figure, only to have my arm hit the empty space of the right side of the bed. Opening my eyes, I furrowed my brows as I slowly sat up. Jonah was never up before me. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes.

“Jonah?” I murmured softly, still waking up properly. What time was it? Had I just drastically overslept? I checked the alarm clock beside me. 8:02am. Pretty much the same as usual. I sighed, running a finger through my Y/H/C hair as I got out of bed, folding the bedspread neatly behind me as I went. Sliding my feet into a pair of fluffy, baby blue slippers, I made my way downstairs. I don’t remember Jonah mentioning an early recording session, or promo interview today. When I got to the living room, it was completely empty, which was normal for the boys on a day where they didn’t have anything planned. I peeked into the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter top in a pair of black Calvin boxers and Nike socks, was Jonah, huddled over his phone. I giggled, shaking my head as I made my way towards him.

“Morning, early bird.” I smiled. He jumped, startled by the noise as I raised a curious eyebrow.

“Whoa, calm down, not a burglar.” I retorted, feeling odd that Jonah had reacted in a manner that was the complete opposite to his usually so lenient personality. Jonah laughed softly, shaking his head as his eyes darted back towards the phone, turning it off and setting it face down on the counter top.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear you get up.” He mumbled. I stepped forward, standing in between his legs as I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Maybe you just weren’t expecting me, since I usually get up before you.” I laughed, shaking off the moment as I headed toward the cabinet to grab a coffee filter. Jonah forced a laugh.

“Yeah, guess I couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” I asked without bothering to look as I grabbed the ground coffee beans and scooping them into the pot. Jonah was silent a moment.

“Y/N I-”

“Oh, don’t tell me- you’re pregnant!” I interrupted, laughing as shook my head. Jonah smiled, shaking his head quietly. I smiled, giving him a confused look as to why he hadn’t laughed, or made some sort of comment about my obvious joke.

“J, chill- what’s up? Is..is something really wrong?” I inquired, folding my arms over my chest as I turned to face him, listening intently this time. Jonah was quiet a moment, before hopping off the counter top.

“I did something…and you might not like it…” He took his phone off the counter, unlocking it and tapping something I couldn’t see.

“J you’re scaring me…” I replied. Jonah bit his lip, his eyes connecting with mine.

“I..I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident, and I know you’ll probably kill me for this but…” He handed me his phone, which I took in complete confusion. My face sculpted into a look of perplexity, I turned towards the screen. It was Instagram profile, and a video post was pulled up. The video was dark, but the instant the audio began, my confusion evaporated immediately. I was frozen in shock, listening to my own voice playing through Jonah’s phone, off his very public, very popular Instagram account. I scrolled down. Comments, over 87 thousand, views, over 11 million 500 thousand. This was the most attention one of Jonah’s posts had ever acquired…and it was me singing “Made For”. I couldn’t find the words to speak as I clutched Jonah’s phone, allowing the video the play again and again, until finally Jonah took the device from my grip, turning it off. Clearly flustered and upset, Jonah sighed, setting his face in his hands.

“Jonah-”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…I mean it! I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident! Yeah, I recorded it, but posting it was an accident, I swear! And then I wanted to delete it but it had already gotten so popular I thought maybe it’d look fishy if I deleted it and-”

“Jonah, oh my God stop talking.” I shouted finally. Jonah quieted immediately, placing his face in his palms begrudgingly. I sighed, silent I thought for a moment.

“I just…I still love you and all that crap, ok? I just…just give me a minute.” I muttered. Jonah bit his lip, nodding.

There was a recording of me singing, on the internet, forever. Nothing could take it back, nothing could go back in time and change what happened. And sure, maybe I was blowing this a little out of proportion, but I’d never had 11 million people listen to me talk, let alone sing. Hell, I’d probably never had 11 people hear me sing, and now it was out there for the whole world to hear, and criticize, and judge at their pleasing. Did I have a terrible voice? No, it wasn’t horrendous. It wouldn’t send anyone running for the hills upon listening, but was it 11-million-views good? No. No way in hell. Yet somehow, it had gotten them. It had acquired 11 million views, through my boyfriend’s Instagram, which looked bad on several levels. To start, it made it seem like I’d been this attention hungry girlfriend the entire time, which wasn’t the case at all. The very reason that I never went out with the boys to big L.A. parties, or clubs- and it didn’t matter a lick now- because my vocal chords had been pasted onto the internet for everyone to make a mockery of.

I bit my lip, shaking my head as I stepped out the glass sliding door into the backyard that overlooked all of Los Angeles. Before I had even a moment to think or mull over the situation, my phone rang. Running my fingers through my hair in defeated aggravation, I pulled it out from the pocket of my pajama shorts, checking the caller ID. It was Logan Paul. In a state of confusion mixed with extreme exacerbation, I answered the call.

“Hey, Logan- what’s up? Why’re, umm, why’re you calli-”

“Y/N! YOOOOO! HEARD YOU SINGING ON J-MAN’S INSTA, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?!” Logan screeched. I laughed slightly, never 100% over Logan’s constant enthusiasm and zest for every aspect of life. I shook my head.

“Umm, yeah, I actually just heard it myself.”

“Whoa whoa whoa- you’re tellin’ me you didn’t know?! Ohhhh sh-”

“No, Logan, don’t make it a big deal, ok? I just, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with all of this right now, and honestly I’m kinda freaking out here…” I muttered, sitting down on the warm morning grass. Logan was silent for a moment.

“I’ll be right there.” I furrowed my brows.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes, ok? Maybe 20. Yeah, 20. I’ll stop for a gains bowl. You want one? What am I thinking, of course you want one. Ok, I’ll be over in 20.” Just as I was about to speak, to protest, to inquire, he hung up the phone. Sighing, I held the phone in my hand, cautiously pulling up my Instagram page and scrolling through a few comments on his post. I had to admit, they were overwhelmingly positive.

@jonahspositivity: WHY IS SHE NOT SIGNED TO EVERY RECORD LABEL IN EXISTENCE YET

@seaveysworldd: When Y/N has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body :’(

@averyblossom: @jonahmarais take her on tour PLSSSSS <3

 I smiled softly, setting my head gently to rest in my palm. Shaking my head, I pulled up Twitter, drafting a quick tweet.

@Y/U/N says:

Thank you so much, to everyone who’s been saying such nice things on the singing video. J I didn’t intend on that reaching a worldwide audience, but nevertheless you’ve all been so kind. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on selling out Madison Square Garden anytime soon ;)

Much love,

-Y/N

I sent the tweet, before shutting off my phone and setting it on the ground beside me.

      When Logan finally arrived at the house, he wasted no time speeding past the now fully awake boys and into the backyard where I was still sitting idly.

“Your gains bowl, madame.” He joked, smiling as he sat down beside me, digging into his as I opened mine at a much more cautionary pace.

“Thanks.” I replied. He nodded, his mouth already full.

“Hauuy, looft-” I giggled softly, shaking my head.

“Swallow your food first, talk second.” He rolled his eyes, obliging as he swallowed his bite before replying.

“Hey, look- don’t freak out, ok?” I sighed, nodding as I stared at the ground.

“It’s easy for you to say, you love being the center of attention.” I teased jokingly. Ever since I’d started dating Jonah, Logan had always been like a big brother, for all the boys really. I guess he just took me on as a little sister after a while, and although there were times when I’d seriously question his judgement, he had a lot of knowledge on stuff like this- stuff regarding publicity, and social media, and having a spotlight on you, even if just for a moment.

“Hey, don’t pull that card, bro! I’m just a kid from Ohio who got lucky, ok? I remember my first big break on Vine, I had no idea what the hell I was doing! I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I ran with it, and it turns out I must’ve done something right, ‘cause I get to live this freakin’ dope life now.” I smiled, nodding.

“So, what’re you saying?” I inquired after a moment. Logan was silent for a moment, as though deciding how to say something. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again in further contemplation. Shaking his head one final time, he turned to me, and his gaze was far more serious than any facial expression I’d ever witnessed on him prior to this moment.

“I’m saying I think you should run with this, Y/N.”

 Jonah

    After a while of just standing uncomfortably inside the kitchen, waiting for Y/N to come back and yell at me for completely uprooting her life, I decided to be proactive and tell the other guys. I figured if I told them in advance not to make a big deal about the video, maybe she wouldn’t be as mad at me. Which truthfully wasn’t a very likely scenario, but I would take all the help I could get. I walked into Jack’s room first, where he was laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, bro.” I leaned against his open door frame as the curly haired boy glanced up from his screen.

“Oh, hey man.” Jack smiled, turning back to his phone as I walked into his room, taking a seat on his floor, clutching my knees up to my chest as I let out an aggravated sigh. Jack raised an eyebrow without looking up.

“Ok, I’ll bite- what’s up?” I laughed dryly, shaking my head.

“Did you see the video?” Jack glanced toward me this time, his perplexed expression suggesting that he hadn’t.

“It’s a video of Y/N singing…that I posted…accidentally.” Jack burst out laughing, which wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but what was most expected from him. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Dude, come on! Y/N’s really pissed at me, bro!” I retorted. Jack was still laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shoot his head.

“Oh my god…..I can’t….believe…you accidentally posted…a video of…your girlfriend singing!” He wheezed through gasps of air. I groaned, laying my head in my hands as Jack slowly regained composure, wiping a few stray tears from his face as he continued to chuckle.

“Bro, I’m sorry, that just sounds like something that happens in a really bad Adam Sandler movie. I mean, we’re talking about Y/N here! She’d probably curl up in a ball and die if someone caught her singing! And you posted a video to the internet!? That’s kinda super evil.” Jack laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude. Not helping.” I muttered. Jack sighed, smiling softly as he shook his head, turning to face me from his place on the bed.

“Look, bro, what’s done is done. You can’t go back and undo it- and deleting it now would look way too sketchy. The only thing to do is apologize, and apologize, and probably apologize some more. Like, seriously. Seriously, seriously, seriously- apologize.” I nodded, propping my chin on my arm.

“I will, I mean, I did, but I will again. And again…just, do me a favor? Don’t make a big deal out of it, or, really mention it at all.” Jack smiled, nodding.

“No problem. You go apologize and kiss some butt, I’ll let the other guys know.” I smiled as he extended his hand to help me off the floor.

“Thanks, man.” Jack nodded, smiling. Just as I was about to head out of the room, his voice stopped me.

“Is she any good?” He asked, his eyes already re-glued to his phone. I smiled, staring at the ground as I thought back to her voice from last night. She was amazing.

“Yeah, she’s good.” I smiled. Jack nodded, silent a moment.

“Good enough to make something happen out of all this?” I gave him a confused look, and after a moment, her turned his phone to face me. It was a tweet from Logan, posted just a minute ago. It read:

@LoganPaul says:

@Y/U/N has some killer vocals! What do you about us hitting the studio together?! J #MakinMagicHappen #BeAMaverick

 I didn’t know what to say. Clearing my throat and shaking my head, I ran a concerned hand through my hair as jack gave me a sympathetic look.

“Umm, hey- I’ll talk to you later, ok?” I stuttered, fumbling towards the door. Jack bit his lip, nodding, before turning back towards his phone. I headed down the hallway, a new sense of uneasiness surfacing as I picked up the pace. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Y/N wanted to graduate from Stanford, and move out of California. She’d never wanted this life- my life. She didn’t want the spotlight, or the media, or the fame and recognition. She wanted to live a normal life- a peaceful life. And she gave all of that guarantee up- to be with me. Because I’d fallen in love with her, and I’d promised her, and myself, that I’d never let this life get to her. I kept her out of the critic’s eye, I did my best to keep the hate to a minimum. She’d never asked for any of this, and yet- here we were. Because of one little mistake, and now people wanted things from her. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine.

Darting from room to room, it wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realized she was still outside, though I’d heard Logan’s car pull away a few minutes ago.

“Jonah?” I caught her eyes, her arms folded as I stopped a moment, before rushing toward her, through the opened glass door and out into the yard. When I finally came to stand in front of her, I was breathing heavy. Maybe from the stress, or the weight of knowing that because of me, the possibility that Y/N’s life might never be the same was incredibly high. Her eyes scanned my face, concerned.

Y/N

    Jonah rushed toward me, heaving as he came to a halt, clutching my arms in his hands as he shook his head, regaining his composure before speaking.

“Jonah, what’s going on?” He sighed, shaking his head before allowing his chesnut eyes to meet mine.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you never wanted this, and I know I made a promise to you that I’d never let this Hollywood stuff get to you…and I know I promised I wouldn’t let you give up on your dreams of finishing Stanford just to play some Malibu Barbie, or-” His words came rushing out faster than I could comprehend as my face furrowed into an expression of perplexity.

“J, J slow down. I-I can’t understand you, I-” Jonah sighed, staring down at the ground for a moment as I continued to watch him, looking for the answers in his facial expression as to what he was getting at. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jonah spoke.

“Do you…do you want to do this?” Suddenly, it was becoming clear that he was talking about music. About singing. Truthfully, he was right. I’d never wanted to lose focus from my studies, I’d always planned on graduating Stanford, and moving away from California- permanently. And then I met Jonah, and even though we told each other that nothing would change- everything did. Suddenly people knew who I was, and they’d occasionally stop me for pictures on the street.  People cared about what I said- and I wasn’t even a member of the band. Suddenly every photo of us was plastered over Google images under the header of Jonah Marais Girlfriend- and despite every amazing length that he went to, just to keep my life relatively normal, the truth was it wasn’t. And then the singing video surfaced, and I’ll admit- I panicked. Sure, it didn’t seem like a big deal on the surface, and to most people it didn’t mean a thing, but the reality was that just in the time I’d walked outside, 4 different recording agencies had contacted me- each offer more exuberant than the next. And at first, that was the most terrifying and degrading thing I could possibly imagine happening to me. But then, the part that may have scarred me more than the offers themselves- was the fact that I’d started considering it. After Logan left, I’d been thinking a lot about what he’d said. About the fact that maybe I could make something of this- and that I should think about that. I’d always wanted to change the world, to make a positive impact in people’s lives- I’d never even considered the fact that music was a platform that I was also capable of utilizing. Sure, Jonah and the boys made it look easy, but the truth was they worked their asses off every single day. I’d always considered my only option for positive impact to be my mind, and that my only path to greatness would be through Stanford’s doors. My goals hadn’t changed, I was still going to graduate Stanford. I was still leaving California. I was still going to travel the world. But Stanford’s an expensive university, and traveling the world wasn’t exactly as easy as the Kardashians made it appear. Maybe I’d never considered that there was another way of reaching those goals, another way to help pay for Stanford, another way to travel the world. As Jonah stared in my direction, my brain running a million miles a minute as he awaited my answer, I thought about all the possibilities, and how maybe, giving something a fighting chance didn’t necessarily have to mean that I was giving up on myself- maybe it just meant that I was willing to grow, and try something new. Maybe I’d always been so terrified of failing, or being criticized, that I never allowed myself to try anything, or become anyone. Maybe, just maybe, I could take a leap- just this once.

“I-I wanna do this.” I replied, my heart racing, and my fingers numb from nerves. I had to at least try.