*warning, contains swearing*
(No one's P.O.V)
You walked from the coffee shop to your house, closing your door. Almost immediately, you heard knocks, two knocks to be exact. You decided to be a smart-ass. "Who's there?" you asked, snickering at yourself. "Y/N." "Y/N who?" "Y/N, can you please open the door, IT'S COLD OUT HERE!" a familiar Irish accent yelled playfully.
Without thinking of how weird your house would look to him, you opened the door quickly. You greeted him with a smile, and stopped dead in your tracks. "Hey, wait a minute... How do you know where I live?" he laughed nervously, in a joking manner.
"I followed you from the coffee shop?" You laughed. "Stalker!" "I didn't know you lived in a haunted mansion, Y/N!" Oh shit. You forgot your fucking razor on the table. You scooped it up, somehow forgetting that Jack was visiting.
"Y/N, what's in your hand?" You shrugged, hiding your emotions under a blank face. He grabbed the hand that you weren't carrying the razor with. "Y/N, you have to promise me something." You looked at him in confusion. "What am I promising here? YOU AREN'T GETTING MY COOKIES OR MY CAKE," you yelled out jokingly, to lighten the mood. Jack was still serious as ever. "Please, please don't hurt yourself. Do you promise?" You nodded. For Jack's sake. "Will you be my girlfriend?" You were shocked. You managed to squeak out some words. You started to cry of happiness. "Yes, I will, Jack."
