THE LOW, A JACK HARLOW FIC.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

BEGIN.

⚠️trigger warning for panic attacks
and abusive relationships⚠️

Solána woke up to water dripping from her ankle as she groaned out loud. The water made a puddle form onto the sheets and numbed her freezing ankle. A groan came from the side of the room as she noticed she wasn't alone.

From the side of the room Jack had been sitting in a chair pressed against the parallel wall. He woke and rubbed his eyes immediately looking at her ankle, "what's up?" He tried to fight a yawn as Solána shook her head.

Jacks curls were for once messy and frizzed which mad him look older and cute, he was wearing a long white tee and some shorts that were covered in the blanket he was using to sleep. "Did you sleep in here?" She asked him holding her breath for the answer.

He nodded. She was shocked but then again she wasn't, she knew by now that Jack was the type that went out of his way to impress a girl. To impress her. "Wait that's not a problem is it? I didn't mean to be weird—" Jack rises from the chair and Solána says a quick "no" to stop him.

"It's fine Jack, thanks for watching me." She says looking down at her foot. She can feel her heart skip a beat as she stares at Jack. He stands up again, hiding whatever he's thinking and says, "well I'm gonna go get your breakfast."

Without another look at her he leaves the room, hands stuffed into his pockets. She bites the inside of her cheek and tries to stop thinking about their kiss. She tries to stop thinking of Jack. Which becomes impossible for her. Until she thinks about how she can't move.

Solána was scary. It was like she was a new person, she had to stay in bed for all of the time. Jack stopped by every half over to half hour to check on the ice pack that rested on her ankle. But for the most part she was being... nice.

And that was terrifying. But he decided he was going to cook her breakfast. He shuffled around with the food on the counter as his phone rang.

"Who's calling me this early?" He cursed as he picked up the phone and laughed, "Yo what's up daddy." He said as Montero sucked his teeth on the other line and then laughed.

"Yo I told you to stop calling me that unless you make us public." Monty joked as he picked something up in the background, "how's it going though I haven't heard from you. There was a party yesterday and you weren't there." Montero said as Jack sucked his teeth.

But then he realized he didn't care about some party because he was with Solána, "Nah I got stuff to do.." he said vaguely as Montero went quiet.

"Something bad?" Montero was scared for him and nothing would stop him from being worried, "No no, chill out with that. I'm just hangin with someone." Jack said trying not to name names so he wouldn't say anything to him.

"A girl?... is it who I think it is?— I knew you was twerkin to her song forreal.." he stopped listening as something dropped from upstairs. Taking the food out and putting it on a tray he said goodbye and hung up, rushing up stairs.

She sucks her teeth, she must look like crap. She pulls her ankle to the side which sends a throbbing pain shooting through it, "shit.." she curses under her breath before trying again and a tear is at her eyes.

Her breathing gets heavy as she hears footsteps. She quickly wipes the tear from her eyes as another one comes down. She's gonna look like a fucking idiot crying in his bed. Her breathing gets out of control until she can't find much air left and the door opens.

"Woah what's wrong?!" Jacks at her side in a matter of seconds, setting a tray of food down next to her. She sucks in a deep breath but she's unable to speak. She closes her eyes shut, shutting out his voice, shutting out his hand at her back. "Sol." He whispers as she looks up and meets eyes with him.

"What the fuck are you crying for? I swear it's always the same thing. Are you mental? Is there a reason you keep having these panic attacks?!" Her boyfriend throws something across the wooden dresser they share as she flinches,

"psycho shit.. I have to take care of you, you're nothing without me. Fucking desperate." He cuts out a bitter laugh before returning with a flask.

"I didn't date you so you could be like this.. why can't you just go back to how you were before." He mumbles before slamming the door behind himself.

Memories of her ex start to seep into her mind as her fingers press together into a fist. She takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes with a grin, "yeah I'm just fine." She lies. Jack looks pained by her lie like she just told him he was ugly or he stunk.

"That's not fine.. are you okay honestly? Im not joking around. Stop being stubborn." Jack demands as she feels the urge to laugh or mock him to get out of the pressure of the reality of the situation. Jack is now sitting beside her careful not to hit her foot. He rubs against her back again and kissing her cheek.

"What's wrong baby?" He whispers as she takes a deep breath, "I- just.." she can feel her fingers shake as he holds them, taking each finger and matching them with his own. She can't tell him all about her ex but she can say something close to the truth.

"Sometimes I get these... attacks and I just don't have people to understand it." She admits biting her lip so she doesn't let out another sob and remembers that jacks hand is still on her back. He looks broken by the news and she waits for the cursing to start.

"You can help me understand it. What kind of attacks are they?"

She astonished by the question and makes time to look at him, "well when I get stressed I lose control of my breathing.." she mumbles as Jack plays with her knee and thigh in a light way, moving his fingers back and forth on them.

"Do you know what you're stressed about?"

Solána lies and shakes her head letting out a laugh that she wishes was less depressing, "I have mental problems or something." She jokes expecting him to laugh the way he did when she said it but instead Jack looks sick.

Morbidly so, even as if he might throw up, "don't say that. Why would you say that about yourself?" Jack is asking trying to stay calm as she shrugs it away. "Why have you been feeling stressed. You're not fucking mental that's stupid." Jacks hand is a fist now.

"I just... I can't get up and my boyfriend—" jacks eyebrow flies up and she repeats, "my ex he just never took care of me and made me feel bad when he had to and I just.." she trailed off as Jack stops all his movements.

"And you think I make you feel bad about taking care of you?" He runs a confused hand through his hair and tries not to make eye contact with her.

"No not at all. I make myself feel bad I just... need to make myself feel small sometimes. Because even though it was wrong it made me feel noticed.." she sighed, "I just can't explain it." She said as Jack sighed long and heavy.

"I don't make you feel noticed?" Jack asks slowly and all his insecurity is right there, she catches all the pain in his tone and winces. "I don't make you feel like you deserve everything you have? Because you do. It's corny but it's so true. You're talented. I would never ever call you mental, nothing about you is mental. Everyone has stress and pain. Even though you carry that I just couldn't tell because you show beauty in every single thing you do."

"Jack—"

"Let me finish... I've never met someone so stubborn in my life. Not even my mother," they both laugh as Solána wipes her eye, "and yet I fine myself obsessed with everything you do. You have a way about you, I tried to hate you. I used to see you on tv after that night in that tight dress with your huge smile and I knew I couldn't hate someone as beautiful as you. You know why I call you Sol? Cuz that's what I see when I look at you. A kind and gorgeous soul. Don't let this get to you it'll get better." Solána can feel her palms sweat as Jack ends the last sentence.

All her sadness was gone by those words. Nobody ever said anything like that to her in her entire life. She didn't know what to say. And Jack knew she didn't have to say anything to her because he meant every last word. "Thank you Jack. Thank you so much for that." She wanted to say for everything but she was too speechless.

He nodded and moved off the bed, "eat up Sol, I'll go get you a drink." He said motioned to the plate and before she could read his expression she was watching the plate with French toast and sliced strawberries in awe.

an: this was supposed to be like a cute chapter and then I got an idea instead of jumping into things.
I feel like this book is starting to become a real vessel for me.
if any of you have panic attacks or breakdowns please tell me about them so you can let it out, I'm just putting this note just in case cuz I could barely deal with my own.
i know that you guys just wanna read a texting story or something but that's not what this is 😭
I feel really close to Solána in this story and Jack be chilling he's her support and all that. And her ex is an ass so get use to it, that's all <3!