You Had Me at Hello (Jacksepticeye fic)

2|| A little bit of a hangover

*edited 12/30/17*

SEAN POV

Fuck. I woke up, and looked over at Allison next to me. As I sat up, a constant throbbing started in my head, and all of last night rushed back into my head. The only two things on my mind were If last night actually happened, which was confirmed by a glance under the covers, and if I used a condom. I checked the trash can, and luckily enough there was one in there. Score Sean. I crept my way out of the room, I wasn't about to wake her up. I need a minute to process what happened last night. 

Making my way to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, I looked at the clock. It's only 8? Why the hell am I up?  The noise from the TV made my head pound more, so I turned it off. I guess we forgot to do that last night? Whatever. I have a script to write for an animation, so I grab my laptop and sit down at my dining room table. This is not going to be easy with a hangover. The only thing in my head is her, but why? I've had one night stands before, but this girl is different. I hear bedroom door open, and I almost drop my coffee. 

She walked downstairs, "Um.. Good morning..." she said as she fiddled with her hands.

"Morning. I uh, I've got some coffee made if you want any."  

"Yeah, I would love some." She walked into the kitchen holding her head, probably suffering from a hangover too. After a few minutes of my typing echoing through my house, I hadn't heard anything from the kitchen. I stood up, and found her standing awkwardly, messing on her phone in there. 

"Sorry, I don't really know where the mugs are.." 

"That's alright, I'll get it for you." I reached up to the cabinet, and pulled out a small mug my mom had gotten me for my birthday and filled it up with the coffee. 

"Thanks." She dragged herself to the couch, sighing when she sat down. 

This isn't totally awkward. I just went back to typing. What am I supposed to say to her?

"I'm sorry about last night." We both said in unison. 

"Um, yeah. I just, yeah I'm sorry." I sighed and shoved my head into my hands. 

"Me too.." She stood up and walked over to the table.

"Look, I gotta go record, but I don't wanna not see you again if that makes sense. Can I give you my number..?" God, I sound like such an idiot, but this is a nice and hella hot girl that I've managed to bring back to my house. 

"Yeah. I need to get going anyway. I'll get changed, so can you write your number down..? I, um, I'll text you later." A sly grin appeared on her face as she walked back up the stairs. Damn, another score for Sean. 

After a while, she walked down the stairs in the same clothes from yesterday. I slid a piece of paper with my number on it to the edge of the table. She grabbed it as we said our goodbyes. As she was leaving, she pressed a sticky note onto the inside of the door. I got up to see what it was, and it had her number on it. I started to feel like a 6 year old with his first crush again. 

I went upstairs, and threw on a normal looking shirt so I could record. Walking into my recording room, I thought I heard something weird but I just blew it off. It's probably just the wind or something.

An hour and a half of recording and I'm done for the day. All I need to do is edit, but that can be done later. I walk out of my recording room, and a glance down the stairs changes the rest of my day. There's some guy in all black staring back up at me. What do I do? How the hell did they get in?  He started creeping up the stairs and scaring the ever living shit out of me. I reached in my pocket and found my Swiss Army knife, my only protection. Let's do this. Without even thinking I tackled the man climbing up the stairs, and we tumbled back down to the first floor.

"What the hell do you want?!" My knife was on their neck, and I was ready to kill whoever this bastard was.

"Ahahaha!" His voice was so deep, and it made me lose focus for just a second. In that one moment, he overpowered me and took my knife. The next thing I knew, he was holding it up to my face. He sat up, so I leaned forward as much as I could, trying to gain leverage. We both stood up and I backed into the kitchen with intentions to grab a knife. He lifted up his hood, and I caught a glimpse of his face. Before I could process anything, he pounced at me, slamming my head on the counter. I immediately fell to the ground, with the most intense headache I've had in my life. I tried to struggle and shove him off me, but failed to do so as the fist stab came. The stabbing continued for I don't even know, all I know was it hurt. As my eyes started to close, noise of things being thrown and shuffled could be heard in the distance. Suddenly all was quiet, black, and the pain had vanished. All was good. The silence was interrupted by muffled screaming.

** alright chapter 2 edited, and hopefully finished. I really think editing all of these is gonna make it so much better, and I realize I changed what happened but I don't want to change the plot of the story, just change what happened. I also might be adding a few chapters here and there so if you want to wait until i'm done editing to read it all, or read as I update that's cool. **