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Davey Jacobs - Sleep

After the big newsie fight, I can feel myself bleeding from several spots where I should not be bleeding from.

As I think of places I could go, my mind lands on one place. The Jacobs' apartment. I'd been there once before when Davey had me over for dinner with him and his family.

It's only about a 15 minute walk from where i'm currently at, so I decide it's my safest bet.

I walk to the apartment of the newest newsboy, and along the way i get lost in thought.

Davey and I hit it off right away when he became a newsie, cuz we're both outcasts. I'm the only girl newsie, and he's pretty much the only one with an actual family.

He's super sweet, and I learned that he gives hugs when he's excited.

I'd be lying if I didn't find him to be handsome, and adding that to his amazing personality is just begging for me to have a crush on him.

Before I know it, I'm at the Jacobs' apartment. I knock on the door and Mrs. Jacobs opens it, and upon seeing my bloodied appearance, quickly brings me into the small space.

"Sarah!" She calls out to her only daughter "bring me the medical supplies! Into the bathroom!"

I hear footsteps approach the bathroom, and assume it's just Sarah bringing the items her mother has asked for, but I'm quite surprised to see Davey in the doorway.

"Y/n?!" He looks panicked and he rushes over to me. "I lost track of you in the fight, thank god you're ok, uh, mostly" He says, grabbing my hand in his.

"I'm mostly fine, just a little banged up. " and at that, Sarah enters the room with the medical supplies.

Davey's mom shooes him out of the room, because I'll have to take my shirt off due to some scratches on my back.

Within about 10 minutes, I'm all bandaged up and I head down to the living room, where Davey is pacing.

He catches sight of me and engulfs me in a gentle hug. "I was so worried, but i had to get Les to safety" He says, not letting go of me-not that I want him to-and resting his chin on my head.

"How is Les, by the way?" I ask, wondering how the young boy is doing.

"He's ok, little banged up from being in that barrel, but otherwise he's ok"
He informs me. "That's good" I respond. He let's go of me and gently grabs my hand and pulls me over to sit on the couch next to him.

After a few minutes of sitting there in comfortable silence, Sarah walks in and says to me "mom says you can sleep in my room tonight"

I nod my head gently, wishing I could sleep in the room with Davey, but I know there's no chance of that

As the night goes on, me and Davey end up leaning on each other and just talking. Davey heads off to bed after a bit, and I choose to read a book off of the shelf in the room. I'm one of the few newsies who can actually read well, so I've ended up reading to the boys many, many times, not that I mind.

When I do eventually go to head to bed, I find that Sarah has locked her door.

I don't wanna wake her, but I have no qualms about waking Davey.

I knock on his door, and he opens it up, looking tired. "Y/n?" He yawns "what're you doing?"

"Sarah locked her door." I admit. He looks frustrated and I hear a mutter of "I knew she'd do that. She is determined"

He pulls me into the room gently, pulling me against his chest in the process. It's only then that I notice that he doesn't have a shirt on. I scan his body, and damn. For someone who is the brains of our group, he has abs.

He tugs me over to his bed and gestures for me to lay down. "You can sleep here, I'll go on the couch."

"What? No! You take your bed! I'll stay on the couch!" I object.

"No, y/n, it's fine" He says as he gently pushes me onto the bed. I grab his hand and pull him down as I lay back so he's laying on top of me.

"Or we could both stay in here" I suggest. "I- uh- yeah- that- that sounds good to me" he stutters out.

We get into a better position in the bed, my back to his chest and his arm wrapped around me.

When I wake up in the morning, I'm facing into his chest, all curled up, and his arms are wrapped around me.

I see his eyes flutter open, and he seems to remember the previous night. "G'morning n/n" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to my forehead, causing me to blush.

"Morning Davey" I reply, before we both get up to get ready for the day.

And somehow our innocent 'getting ready' lead to making out on his bed. Oops? Nah.