Maynard Imagines and Preferences

Imagine for lukebasically #1

Jack had gone out for the night and you knew that he'd be drunk when he got back, so you prepared your bed for him to get right in. You got out a pair of boxers for Jack to get into so he could go straight to sleep, you got out the paracetamol and a glass of water for him.

INCOMING CALL FROM CONOR MAYNARD 
"Hey Conor, what's wrong?"
"Becca Jack is very drunk, I'll bring him home. Can you get some boxers out for him?"
"Already one step ahead of you Conor. Are you going back out after?"
"If that's okay? You can call me if you need anything right?"

About five minutes later you had a knock on the door, Conor was standing there holding Jack. 

"Hi Rebecca!" Jack slurred.
"Hi Jack, come on. In you come!" You said to him taking him from Conor and you mouthed a 'thank you' behind his back. Conor waved.

You put Jack down on the sofa for a second while you got him another glass of water to drink. You handed him the glass but he threw it across the room.

"Why'd you do that? You needed that Jack." 
"Becky, I don't need you looking after me, I can do it myself." 
"Come on Jack, you're drunk. Let's get you to bed. Sleep will make you feel much better." 
"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER BECCA. I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. I'M DOING PERFECTLY FINE." Jack shouted at you and you knew he was really drunk. You went to go and get his boxers so he could get into bed but he pulled you back. "I TOLD YOU, NO MORE HELP! I AM FINE ON MY OWN." 
"Jack, I am just getting your boxers for you okay? I am getting them so you can get into bed. I am not trying to mother you, I am trying to help you so you can get a good nights sleep."
"WELL STOP, I AM FINE. IF YOU DON'T THINK I AM THEN YOU'RE NO REAL GIRLFRIEND. YO-" Jack shouted again but you went to leave and get into bed knowing there was no point fighting. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I HAVEN'T FINISHED." You turned around.
"Jack, you don't need my help so I am going to bed" 

You turned around again to be pulled back. You felt a burning sensation on your cheek. Had he just? Did he actually? You felt tears filling up in your eyes. Jack had just slapped you, it had never gone this far when Jack was drunk. You grabbed your phone and ran upstairs. 

CALLING CONOR MAYNARD

"Conor, Jack just slapped me" You cried into the phone from in your room.
"Becca, I'm on my way back, you go sleep in my room. I'll be back in 10 and I'll sort Jack out" 
"Thank you so much Con, but I'll sleep in my room. I'll leave Jacks boxers outside the door."
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning." He said softly and ended the call.

You got Jacks things and put them outside the door and locked it. You got into some comfy clothes and got into bed. You heard nothing else from the night.