Drunk (Prince Imagine)

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~ Drunk ~

Y/N’s P.O.V

I tightly gripped onto his waist, throwing his arm around my shoulder and helping him through the front door. 

"J-just hold on…we’re goIN HOMEEE"

He burst out with yet another song, followed by a fit of giggles. It was early hours of the morning and we were only just getting in from celebrating one of Ray’s cousin’s birthday. I sighed and chuckled a little, telling him to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake up the new neighbours. I led him to the couch and left him there, heading back to the door to lock it. 

"SLOW DOWN, g-grab the wALL!" 

"Jacob be quiet" I whispered harshly, making my way through the dark, moon-lit room. 

He dragged himself up, stumbling into the kitchen and leaning against the refrigerator for support. I shook my head and sat down to take my heels off, thankful that I could now finally rest.

I had only closed my eyes for a few mere seconds when I heard a crash followed by an ‘oooooo’.

Regretting letting him drink so much, I rose to my feet, rushing into the kitchen to find him bending down to grab some of the contents that had spilled from the fridge.

"Jacob!" I scorned as he picked up a tub of ice cream and some left over chicken, "Stop making a mess".

He smiled a cheeky grin and laid the items on the table top.

"Your not eating my chocolate fudge brownie ice cream with chicken. Hell no. C’mon we’re going to bed” 

He frowned stepping towards me before smirking. “Oh I s-see, you w-want me in ‘bed’” 

I frowned as he winked, pulling me to him by my waist. 

"Noooo, we’re going to bed to sleep. The boys were right w-“

"Have I ever told you I LOVE you? L-love LOVE LOVE YOU!" he cut me off, shouting at the top of his lungs through slurred words. 

"Jacob!"

"I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS B-BUT I LOVE YOU, I LOVE Y-"

His hiccuping silenced him and he laughed once again, amused by my serious facial expression. He hugged me before stumbling back through the front room, stopping to dance at the bottom of the stairs. 

That is the last time I let him drink heavily again, I thought. I could already tell the night was going to be even longer.

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