Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Drunk

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Y/n's POV:

I heard the jingle of keys open the front door, making me sit up straighter in my chair.

I was sitting at our dinning room table on my phone, trying to find out where Aaron was. It wasn't like him to be out till 4am in the morning. Part of me sighed, while the other part made my heart race.

I walked into the living room to see Aaron taking his shoes off by the door.

"Where have you been?" I say, realizing that might have been harsh. But I shook it off due to the time, and reason. His eyes snapped to mine. And my mouth fell open.

"Aaron," I say walking towards him slowly. "Are you drunk?!" I say, a little louder. A smirk fell across his lips. "How in their right mind would get you drunk?! Weren't you with Cameron?!" I say, standings in front of him now.

Looking up at him, as his eyes stared back at me. They were a pink color, he was defiantly intoxicated.

"Man," He said blowing his alcohol breath into my face, as he leaned closer to me. "If I knew I had such a sweet thing like you at home, I would have come home ages ago." He said, in between slurs. I couldn't believe it. My sweet Aaron, had gotten himself drunk.

He stepped closer to me again. Pushing me against the wall, as he tried to sloppily kiss me on the mouth.

"Aaron..." I say, trying to keep him calm. "Honey please stop." I say again, for what seems like the fourth time as he wraps his arms around me. I closed my eyes. This was not him. He doesn't know what he's doing. He would never do anything to hurt me. I opened my eyes again, to find him looking at me already.

"C-Come on." I say grabbing his hands that were behind me, and pulling him into the bedroom. I grabbed the T.V. remote and turned on something to detract him. I slowly guided his weak body into the bed, pulling off his shoes beforehand.

His eyes were darting around the room, burning off the alcohol. I slid my hands to the end of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.

"Oh there you are!" He said as his head popped out of the collar of the shirt. "I've been looking for you." He says grinning.

"Alright baby." I say, as I try and lay him down. But he continues to sit up again. I look at him, making his face look in my direction. "What is it?" I say, becoming irritated. His face turns to confusion as he reaches for a lock of hair the had escaped my messy bun.

"Are you my girlfriend?" He said.

"Yes."

"And you love me?" He said quieter.

"Yes, very much." As the words left my mouth I saw his eyes gloss over.

"Baby what is it?" I say wiping away his tears.

"Y/n," He sobs. "I'm so sorry." He sobs again. "I-I.. H-H..It-t.."

"Hey. Hey." I say wrapping my arms around him. "Everything is ok." I say, before I lightly kiss his cheek.

"I don't deserve you!" He sobbed. "I never deserved you! And now you're going to leave me! Please don't leave me." He cried out.

I put my hands on either side of his face, and made him keep eye contact with me. By this point I was sure that he was reaching sober. He never would have been this worried if he was in fact still drunk.

"Aaron. Hey. Baby, Listen to me." I say, as I smooth his brow. "I'm right here." I pull him into a hug, rocking him slightly. "I'm right here." I lay down with him, holding him as he fell asleep. Smiling softly as his small snores escape his perfect lips. I softly kiss his forehead, before I nestle into him.

"I'll always be right here." I say quietly as I trace pictures on his chest.

PART 2?