Jaylor One Shots

Drunk and Alone

She's drunk, absolutely and completely wasted. And she's all alone. Well, her cats are roaming around somewhere but she doesn't really think that counts. It's the first night in a while where she's been alone and everything's just catching up to her a bit. But she hadn't wanted it to catch up to her so she's chosen to drown out her sorrows in a bottle of whiskey instead. It's probably not the healthiest coping mechanism, but she's a little too far gone to care about anything like that anymore. She just wants to run away, but again, she can't do that. So she drinks. But now, she's lying on her living room floor, just wanting to be swallowed up. The mind-numbingly giddiness has passed and she's back to feeling like she's drowning. It's her nature to believe that anything wonderful that happens to her, must come crashing back down at some point. And that's exactly what she's feeling is going to happen to her new relationship. Joe. The man who's brightened up some of her darkest days, he's going to get sick of all of this. Sick of her life, sick of her mental state. It's too much for anyone to handle, hell, she can't even handle it. But she's forced to deal with it, he isn't. Soon enough, the sex and late night conversations won't be enough for him - she won't be enough for him. And that thought stings more than anything, because she's never felt this way about anyone before. 

As her thoughts swirl around her head, she puts her hands on her cheeks - they're warm, clearly flushed, but she hadn't noticed the tears streaming down her face until now. She doesn't really make any effort to wipe them away, just stands up and stumbles towards the couch, having had enough of the hardwood floor. When she collapses onto the soft couch, she almost immediately feels sleepy - but she doesn't want to sleep just yet. So she picks up her phone and fools around with it for a little while, by the time she's put it down, she can't really remember what she did with it - can't even remember how much she'd had to drink. But she's so tired, so ready to give in to the dark abyss of sleep. So she curls up, hoping that her dreams are going to be kind to her today. God knows how much she needs a good nights sleep. Of course, alcohol shouldn't have been the answer, but once again, Taylor couldn't care less. Anything to stop the pain, anything to help her resolve a few issues. She doesn't have enough care for herself to worry about the irreparable damages this drinking habit is doing to her body. Yes, she's done this before - in fact, it's at least a weekly occurrence. Before she has time to ponder that further, she's drifted off into a deep alcohol-induced sleep.

"Taylor." She hears someone whisper, before feeling a hand on her leg. She bolts upright, confused as to who on earth would be here. If there's one thing she does remember, it's that she'd been alone. She looks around wildly before realising that her boyfriend is the one who's been trying to get her attention. He's just sitting carefully at the end of the couch.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, slightly confused. She's pretty sure they didn't have any plans she could've forgotten. She sees him furrow his brow, also clearly confused by her reaction. 

"You called me."

"Did I?" She places her hand on her forehead, reaching to rub her sleepy eyes. "When did I do that?" 

"A few hours ago, you sounded a bit out of it and I was worried." His voice is soft, his hand gently running up and down her leg. 

"What time is it?" She asks, trying to get a bearing on her surroundings still. She hears Joe sigh before watching him retrieve his phone from his pocket. The bright light causing her to squint. 

"Half past three in the morning." He looks up at her, shutting his phone off again. 

"Oh." She doesn't really know what to say now. Clearly she'd drunk dialled him, which is a little awkward. Mainly because he isn't supposed to know about her lonely drinking problems. She shifts uncomfortably, pulling her knees up to her chest. She knows she should hug him, give him a kiss or something but she isn't sure if her drunken mistake is going to be the end of this beautifully delicate thing.