.•.¸♡ ë̤v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ n̤̈ë̤r̤̈v̤̈ë̤ ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ë̤ä̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ s̤̈k̤̈ï̤n̤̈, ë̤v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ b̤̈ä̤n̤̈g̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ö̤n̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ s̤̈k̤̈ṳ̈l̤̈l̤̈, ṳ̈s̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ s̤̈p̤̈ë̤n̤̈d̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ ẗ̤ï̤m̤̈ë̤ f̤̈ï̤l̤̈ẗ̤ë̤r̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈, b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ m̤̈ä̤ÿ̤b̤̈ë̤ ï̤ s̤̈ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤s̤̈ẗ̤ë̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ ẅ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ÿ̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤, ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ p̤̈ï̤c̤̈ẗ̤ṳ̈r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ö̤n̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ ë̤ÿ̤ë̤l̤̈ï̤d̤̈s̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈d̤̈ p̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ m̤̈ë̤ ï̤n̤̈ ä̤s̤̈ÿ̤l̤̈ṳ̈m̤̈s̤̈, ï̤'m̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ ë̤v̤̈ë̤n̤̈ m̤̈ä̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤, ï̤'v̤̈ë̤ j̤̈ṳ̈s̤̈ẗ̤ g̤̈ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ä̤ l̤̈ï̤ẗ̤ẗ̤l̤̈ë̤ m̤̈ä̤d̤̈, s̤̈ö̤*

"It's okay, baby," You whisper to your boyfriend as he clings tightly to your torso. "You're my favorite, forever."

He laughs at your reassurance, "It'd be really fucking depressing if I wasn't my girlfriend's favorite."

He and his siblings recently made a video promoting one of their new songs in which his oldest brother, George, ranked his siblings by favorite, and Jack was ranked last. He left immediately after the video and went over to your house for comfort.

"I love you," He whispers, squeezing you tightly.

"I love you, too, my love."

Over the course of the next few days, he spends more time with you, pretty much withdrawing from his family unless he has to do something for the band, and when he does, you're usually there for emotional support. And also because he loves showing off his guitar skills to you.

You and Jack are currently sitting on the floor as he plays his guitar for you, when George walks in with Adam and Isabel.

"Again?!" George whines before immediately correcting himself. "Like, no offense, but do you even have a home? or do you just, like, live here now?"

"Crazy thing is that I can't tell which of us he's talking to, you know, since I'm basically not his sibling anymore," Jack responds in defense, making you frown a little.