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averyonelovesjack · 4 years

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north & south IV ~ zach herron

requested: yep

summary: zach and y/n juggle their relationship immediately after zach’s mother kicks them out.

warning(s): cursing, as usual

word count: 1244

taglist: so here’s the thing i had a taglist but ya know i haven’t posted in like well over a year so idk how many of the peeps on the taglist are still around on wdw tumblr or if they really want to be tagged in this so i guess if you want to be on a taglist lmk??

author’s note: lollll so this is my first story in about a year and a half. hope someone actually reads it lmao. hoping to be posting more frequently?? we’ll see how that goes lol i just like to write and it’s nice that some people like to read what i like lol

also read these first: part I part II part III

i didn’t bother waiting in the car any longer. it’s so frustrating to go through so much with a person and then just have them switch everything on you because of one person. and granted, i know it’s his mom and i know she is way more important than i am, and i get that. but it’s frustrating to spend so much time getting to know someone and getting to like someone and then to find out months later that they don’t trust their own feelings over that of their mother.

i unbuckled and opened the door quickly, grabbing my bag from the floor. zach was frozen still after he had muttered those last three words. it’s dallas at night, so the neighborhood streets that were filled with kids on bikes just a few hours earlier were completely empty. just my thoughts, myself, and zach’s quietly running car were left to be heard.

maybe this wouldn’t hurt so bad if zach had expressed any signs of unhappiness. if maybe he said something about wanting to take a break or if he had any kind of body language that showed he wasn’t ready to commit or he didn’t like me as much as i thought. but when i think back to every minute we spent together the past few months, i couldn’t think of anything that expressed feelings of wanting to stop. he just was happy. we were happy.

i probably should be less shocked than i am. we knew going into this whole thing that our mothers would be a problem. that’s why we were a secret in the first place, but part of me, the hopeful part, thought that they would find out and be angry, but they would see us. they would see our happiness. did mrs. herron not see our happiness? or were we really not that happy?

“y/n.” i hear as i wander down fourth street, a place i’d never been before, trying to find my way home. i ignore him. “y/n, come on. you don’t know where you are. let me take you home.”

“i’m not getting back in the car with you.” i can’t turn around and look at him. i know if i do i’ll break. “you’re better off just leaving. it’s either now or in five minutes when you get home and your mom deletes my number off your phone.”

“can we just talk?”

“we’ve talked.” i express, still walking. i underestimated zach’s speed, though, because he caught up to me pretty quickly.

i didn’t expect it to feel so different when he tapped my shoulder, but it did. almost like an electricity went through me that made me incapable of ignoring him.

“y/n, i love you too.” he says and everything in me stops. i’m angry. i am. but i’m also relieved. and excited. and i feel safe. i don’t know why standing in the middle of fourth street at 7pm on a friday night with my boyfriend who i just fought with felt as safe as it did. but it just did.

i turned to face him and at first, i couldn’t say anything. i stared into his eyes, lost in the words he’d just muttered to me. i finally broke myself out of his gaze and let my eyes wander the street, regaining my anger. “shut up. you’re just saying that to fuck with me even more.”

“how can you say that?”

“how can i say that? how can you say that? you just spent the last ten minutes yelling to me about how we’re stupid seventeen year olds who have no idea what we want. you told me we should listen to our drama obsessed mothers who know nothing about our relationship. and then five minutes later you want to tell me you love me?” i cross my arms over my chest, which gives me enough confidence to stare into his eyes.

“fuck, i don’t know.” zach says. “i don’t know what i think or what i want to do or who i should listen to, okay? but i know that i love you, y/n.”

“i don’t know any of that shit either, zach, but i’m not out here giving up on our relationship.”

“well i don’t want to either.” zach tells me. “i know i just said we had to and i know i’m the one who got all angry, and i’m sorry about that. but i don’t want to give you up either. there is so much i love about you. i love the way you couldn’t give two shits about what the whole town would think about our relationship. i love how you excited you get when we make plans. i love how you make me feel, y/n. i’m not ready to give that up.”

“okay.” i say, giving in. i stood in my footsteps, not sure what to do next. apparently zach did, though, because he took a few seconds to process before his arms snaked their way around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder. he pulled me closer to him and i wrapped my arms around his back.

we stood like that for probably five minutes. we didn’t move, just held each other in our arms. there was a comfortable silence between us, with the dallas streetlights shining dimly on us and the sounds of distant traffic filling the air.

“what do we do next?” i ask, letting zach finally release me and leaving both of us standing.

“i have absolutely no idea.” zach admits. “but i’m willing to figure it out with you. as long as i’m with you.”

zach looks at me and then walks towards the curb of the street. he takes a seat and then looks back at me, waiting for me to sit beside him.

as i take a seat next to him, he reaches his hand out palm up and lets me take it in his. the dallas stars shone brightly as the two of us looked up for a few seconds in the peacefulness.

“why should we care anymore?” i say. “who gives a fuck about this dumb debate between north and south district? our parents? your mom knows and it’s only a matter of time before mine does.”

“we shouldn’t.” zach simply agreed. “fuck what everyone else thinks is right. i don’t care what anyone says, a couple miles doesn’t make a person evil or good.”

“keeping it a secret at this point is so stupid.” i say. “because i know my friends will be a little confused, but probably not surprised at this point. the only person who will actually be mad is my mom, and she’s gonna have to get over that.”

“you want to meet my mom?” zach asks randomly.

“zach, i know she probably will try to forget about me, but i’ve met your mom like ten times.” i tell him.

“no. do you want to meet my mom? i want her to know you, y/n, not the you who lives on south side and goes to private school. you are an incredible person and i want her to know you.” zach says. “because i know how much she cares about her little town feud, but i also know how much she cares about me. and how once she knows you, she’ll value us over a stupid town problem.”

“i would love to, zach.” i smile.

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