A/N hi guys! I know he doesn't have his own car...or at least I don't think he has one, but let's just pretend some things are different for the sake of the drabble. And I just realized that the video and picture aren't in order, the picture supposed to go first then the video. I apologize for any misspellings.
Me and Cook had just got back to his house after seeing a movie when he grasped my hand before getting out of the car.
"Hey, you go on in, I'll be there in a minute."
I sighed making Cook's face to go emotionless. He searched my eyes for a couple seconds before speaking.
"What, you didn't enjoy tonight? Don't worry babe I've got more stuff planned."
Cook winked at me before opening his car door and getting out. I quickly followed suit and walked around the car to his side.
" You know I don't like you smoking spliff, especially when I'm here. Can't we just go inside and watch a movie or something?"
"Fucking he-" Cook groaned and lowered the cigarette away from his mouth. "Its just one stupid little cigarette, Leigh."
"Please Cook, I don't want to argue." my eyes silently pleaded his hoping he would listen and go inside with me. Well, Cook being Cook didn't listen and flicked his lighter. I clenched my jaw as he smirked at me.
"Just go on inside Love, I'll be there soon."
I stood there silent for a couple minutes before shaking your head "I can't believe you." turning on my small heeled black shoes heading towards his apartment.
"What?!" I turned and saw his hands out, palms upward towards the dark sky, spliff hanging from his lip. I rolled my eyes and shook my head reaching the door, pausing for a moment I took a deep breath before entering the small apartment.
As soon as I was inside I sighed heavily slipping my black heels off and hung up my jumper, well Cook's jumper. Walking into the kitchen I took note of the picture, of me and Cook, Freddie had took for me that summer hanging on the fridge. I got a small glass to fill with water before going to bed. Looking out the window, I spotted him, talking on his phone. I should've known, its never "just one cigarette" its multiple. Rolling my eyes, once again, I set my now empty glass into the sink planning to wash it in the morning. My feet padded up the stairs and into Cook' s room like they automatically knew where I wanted to go. I stripped off my light blue ripped jeans and dark grey Bob Marley shirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. Searching in his closet I found Cook's red shirt with black spots on it(refer to season 4 episode 8 or the video above) taking off my bra I slipped his shirt on over my body and crawled into bed.
I stuck to my side and curled up trying to hold back tears and go to sleep. Reaching my arm up I turned off the bedside lamp and covered back up again. I found myself wide awake and uncomfortable without Cook by my side. Still a little annoyed with him I wasn't going to admit I needed him there with me. Surely he's come in by now I thought, I thought wrong as right then, I heard a door shut and some clanking around downstairs before the familiar sound of footsteps bounded up the carpeted stairs.
