Jeff x Reader

Chapter 1

You woke up in your bed.

You were dressed and your hair was washed and tied up.

You had no memory of the events last night, but you had not remembered showering or dressing yourself. Then you remembered that stranger. Suddenly you remembered passing out. You wonder if he had done this, if he had showered you and dressed you. The sudden fear of the stranger seeing you naked scared you, and you became more scared by what he could have done to you while you were out.

But surely he hadn't done this? You don't remember telling him where you live.

He may have just handed you into police who took you home, or called your parents who looked after you. But they weren't home for that week. Or the week after.

You had no memory of what had happened last night, and you made a mental note to buy a pregnancy test after work.

You had a quick shower and threw on some clothes for work. You worked for the local library on Saturday mornings, mainly stacking shelves and helping direct visitors to the right shelves. In the afternoon you worked at a Chinese takeaway, 4 till 9pm.

You walked downstairs and found toast already made on the table. There was tea next to the kettle too. You suddenly started to panic. You knew your parents weren't home yet, it was only yesterday they called to tell you they had made their trip longer. That was before you got piss ass drunk....

Backing out of the room you tripped and fell back, hitting the side of your head on the wall. You heard a loud thump as it hit, and movement in the front room. There was someone coming out of the room towards you. You backed up against the wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

A guy walked out of the room, he was wearing a white hoodie and his black hair covered most of his face. It was black. As black as night. And strands were caught in the plasters on either side of his mouth. He rushed up yo you, and you pushed yourself further against the wall. He kneelt down beside you and held out a hand. His smile was gentle, warm, and his eyes made you melt. They were blue, bright blue, and contrasted his hair, which made him look even more attractive. You couldn't help reaching out to twist a strand of his hair around his finger. He responded by putting his hand down and leaning into your touch.

His pale skin was warm and smooth, but blocked by the plasters covering his cheeks. You slowly moved your hand to remove one, but he reached up and stopped you, holding your hand gently. His touch oddly calmed you.

He stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with you, and reached out his hand once more. You took it this time, and he helped you up. He pulled you into him, and you felt the firmness of his chest against you. This was the stranger from last night.

You pulled away quickly.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT!?"

He backed away, looking hurt. You softened quickly as he looked down. Then you realised you had work. "Shit."

He looked up at you, his sad, blue eyes staring at yours. You looked away quickly, scared that if you stared longer you would start to love this stranger.

You checked the clock.

9 am.

You were late for work.

"SHIIT."

He walked over to you and leaned in. You could feel him, but he didn't touch you.

"I called your work last night. I told them you were feeling like shit last night and wouldn't be well enough to make the morning. I saw no use in calling in sick for your job tonight, But I thought that you better recover from last night."

His voice was soft. Softer than last night. Last night it was.... husky. But that may have been the alcohol. He gently pulled you away from the clock and sat you down at the table. He threw the toast into the bin and put the cup of tea to the side, pulling out another cup and boiling the kettle.

"Who are you?"

He didn't turn around to look at you. Instead he stared at the cup and leant against the side.

"I'm Jeff."

"Jeff?"

"Jeff, Jeffery Woods."

"What the fuck are you doing here. Why the fuck did you decide to stalk me?"

This time he turned to face you. He walked towards you and sat down on the opposite side of the table. Somehow, he was able to intimidate you.

"I am not stalking you. I was out last night and you were alone. There was many things I could have done to you, but I didn't. When you swore, when you stopped, when you got embarrassed, that was cute. I could've hurt you, but you were too innocent. And then I saw you were drunk. When you started to sway I followed you closely. And when you fell I couldn't stop myself from catching you.

I'm not a stalker, not to you, not to anyone. I know where everyone lives, I know what goes on, I'm just observant. Last night it was my job to look after you, which I have done, and I will continue to do. Don't push me away, please. I want to look after you."

His eyes were soft and emotional, and his voice was even softer.

The kettle had finished boiling, and he got up to make the tea, leaving you to sit and think over his words.