HE NEVER SLEEPS IN?

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TW: accidental overdose NO DEATH I PROMISE

Jack never sleeps in. he loves waking up early and going on a walk, sometimes making me breakfast, but today he slept in, which he always tells me hates? But i let him anyway.

Y/N POV:

7:35 AM my clock read, as i got up from bed. I looked down at jack, he was still sleeping, hm. Ill just leave him, he probably stayed up late last night.

I walked down the stairs into the kitchen to see scott on his phone. "hey scott, jacks still sleeping, did have a late night last night?" i asked. "mhm," scott mumbled through his cereal, "even if he did, he'd be awake right now, go check on him at 8 and see if he's still sleeping." "cool, see you scott" y/n said, making their way up to their shared room with jack so they could get changed.

As y/n left the house to run a few errands, they started to overthink jack sleeping in, was okay? did he accidently take something? no, he's fine, he just needs sleep.

As y/n grabbed the food off the shelf, jack kept coming to her mind, like a alarm that you kept hitting snooze to, it kept coming back. So they grabbed their things, payed and rushed pack home.

8:09 AM , Y/N POV:

I put all my stuff on the kitchen counter and rushed upstairs to check on jack. he was still sleeping. Shit. why was he still sleeping? " Jack? Jack babes its 8:00 am are you okay?" my voice broke as i tried to shake him. I hadn't realised this morning but jack was deathly pale. Shit. "jack?" i whispered, he still laid there, empty expression. i checked his pulse. what? no. i touched his bare skin near his heart, nothing. "jack, jack wake up!" i cried. how? "jack please. jut wake up!" i bursted into tears, what had happened?

i sat there, holding jacks lifeless hand as i cried so loudly into the duvet. My heart had been stabbed and I sat there crying, aching in pain. scott came in and under stood quickly, calling an ambulance and holding me in his arms. i felt so lifeless, like someone has ripped all of me away.








GUYS I KNOW 7 ISNT THAT LATE BUT YK

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