This was a request!! My very first request! I am so excited to share it, and I hope the requester likes it and that this was their vision for the story!
Kildare is a small island. So, when you attempted to hide the fact that you were very hurt, it was not as inconspicuous as you had hoped.
You were doing something stupid, trying to jump from one jagged rock to another in the large creek that ran through your backyard, and you had managed to get not one, but TWO cuts that required stitches.
One was a somewhat small yet deep cut on the bottom of your left foot, and one was a long cut on your forearm. You had gone to the hospital, and gotten stitched up, but it was still a bit difficult to walk due to your foot injury, and you had to wear long sleeve shirts in the June heat to cover up the stitches on your forearm. It wasn't that you were embarrassed that you had gotten hurt from doing something silly, it was that JJ would overreact so much if he knew that you were hurt. You had once accidentally gotten a small scratch from cutting a mango, and JJ demanded that you go to the hospital to get it checked out. He was so reckless with himself, but let anything happen to his girl, and he would suddenly become the most responsible teenager in the world.
Three days after you had gotten stitches JJ started to get suspicious. You and the rest of the group had been out on the boat, just lounging and swimming, when JJ saw that you wouldn't get in the water, and that you hadn't even taken off your shirt and shorts to at least get some relief from the sun beating down on you.
"Baby?"
"Hmm?" you hummed in response to your blonde haired lover.
"Why don't you come in here with us?"
You frowned slightly. "I just don't really feel like swimming today, sorry hun."
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah, just tired."
JJ dove down, continued swimming and dropped the subject--for now.
You had docked at John B's, and planned to make lunch. You and JJ walked hand in hand to the small house, and the rest of the group followed not too far behind.
Once you were inside, JJ turned to you, and handed you one of his shirts. Your favorite one to steal, in fact. "Go put it on, I know you love to sleep in this shirt because it's so soft."
You took the shirt and smiled, heading to one of the bedrooms to change. It was then that you realized that the shirt was short sleeved, and would show the long line of stitches on your arm. "Hey J?" you called out.
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm just gonna keep this shirt on, I don't want to dirty one of your shirts just to nap in it."
That was enough to make JJ go from slightly concerned to extremely worried. "Are you serious? This is your favorite shirt, MY favorite shirt that I am offering you, and you don't want to wear it? What's going on?"
"Nothing, JJ! I just don't want to be of inconvenience. That's all." The rest of the pogues were starting to get suspicious as well, but weren't as concerned as JJ was.
"Uh-huh," he said, obviously not believing your lie. "Well, you'd better lie down and try to sleep, y'know, since you're tired and all."
"Thank you JJ," you told him, laying on the pull-out couch with your socks still on.
"You gotta be kidding me."
You sat back up. "What?"
JJ pointed at your feet. "You NEVER wear socks inside, much less to sleep."
You stammered for words, trying to come up with a valid reason why you would want to sleep with your socks on.
"What are you hiding?" JJ came over to you, and you immediately stood up, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to pull the socks off your feet to unveil the cut and stitches. "You've worn long sleeves the past few days, won't swim, are going to wear SOCKS to SLEEP for crying out loud," he made a face, thinking of how he could figure out what was wrong.
He suddenly kissed you, holding the small of your back and cupping your face with his free hand. You kissed back, hand instinctively going up to his hair. Before you could continue kissing him, he pulled away, holding your arm. Before you could register what was happening, JJ pulled up your sleeve to show a massive cut with dozens of stitches running up your arm.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" he practically screeched, gingerly touching your arm and looking at the cut.
"I fell."
"You fell?! That's such a vague explanation! That's what I would say if I did something dumb and got hurt! What happened?"
You mumbled, not wanting JJ to fully hear what had happened.
"What was that?"
"Ifellwhenjumpingfromrocktorockinthecreekinmybackyard." you said quickly.
"And you didn't think to tell me? What were you thinking?!"
You looked down, feeling bad that you hadn't told JJ about your injuries in the first place. He was just trying to be a caring boyfriend, be someone who protected you and looked out for you.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly, slouching your shoulders and looking down at your feet. You hated it when JJ yelled, it scared you honestly, and made you think of people in your life that didn't treat you the way you should be treated.
JJ picked up on this, and immediately gave you a hug, stroking your hair with his fingers. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you. I just worry about you."
"I know."
"It's because I love you."
"I know."
"I'm really sorry, I mean it," he apologized, and got down on one knee. "Would it make you feel better if I were to go get you some ice cream, my princess?" he said in a very poorly-done British accent.
"Yes, that would make me feel much better."
