'i will do anything for you'
Troye's POV
It is about two a.m. and I am still not able to sleep, I am becoming very frustrated. I give up entirely then get up to make myself some hot chocolate.
Bruno wakes up too once I stand up from the bed, walking right beside me without me even needing to ask him.
I lean against the counter while I wait for the water to boil and was just about to fetch a mug when I am distracted by the sound of someone falling outside in the hallway.
I scrunch my eyebrows, wondering if I had just heard that right. I am proved correct when I feel Bruno nudging me to go to the door. I listen to him and go to the door to check and just when I am about to open it there is a knock. I open it immediately.
"Hey, Troye boy," there is no doubt in my mind that it is Jacob, and by the sound of his voice and the stench that leaves his clothing I assume the party must have been just great.
"Jacob? What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry, T-Troye," I am then shocked to hear him start to sob. Oh God, he is an emotional drunk isn't he?
"Jacob, come in okay?" I say gently, finding his hand and taking him to the sofa to sit down before he falls again with Jacob repeatedly saying 'I'm sorry Troye' nonstop.
"Sit down, I'm going to get you water," I instruct.
"But I don't want water Troye I want you," I won't lie, my heart flutters but I ignore both my heart and Jacob, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water for him.
When I get back to his side I give him the glass of water, not knowing if I should sit beside him or not as he is still crying.
"Drink it, please," I insist.
"Fine, only because you are asking me to, I will do anything for you. Do you know that Tro?" his slurring is bad and so is his sniffling. I am hardly even able to make out what he is saying but I catch onto it.
The saying of "drunk words are sober thoughts" is racing around my mind at high speed.
I hear him gulp it down and setting the glass down, then taking hold of my wrist gently. "What is it Jacob?"
"Please can I stay with you?" he whispers, he is still crying. My heart twists slightly; I cannot find it in me to say no.
"Okay, but only for a little bit okay?" he then pulls me to sit practically on top of him and before I know it I am straddling him. He then wraps his arms around my waist, snuggling his face into my chest, his tears seep through the fabric of my shirt.
"Thank you Troye, you are so nice you know that? You are the most amazing friend ever, even though I want you to be more than a friend tp you but I get that you don't want me like that, it's okay.
I'm not good enough for you anyway. You are just too pretty and too clever for me. Plus I made you so cross with me and I was such a dick, you should never forgive me, I don't deserve it."
I try to, firstly, make out what he is saying, and then try to process his rambling.
Does he really think all this of me and then all of that about himself? If anything I am not good enough for him. I don't argue with him right now but it actually hurts to here him speak so lowly about himself. So I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his hair, hugging him closely and hushing him.
His crying had at least stopped and he was now silent with only a few sniffles every now and then.
"Do you want to go to sleep J?" I ask gently.
"I'm only going to sleep if you are next to me, or else I won't sleep just like I have not got to sleep since I hurt you," my heart felt a real sting at that last bit. I don't deserve to keep him up at night.
Is he just drunk and coming up with this or was it the truth though? In all honesty I was really beginning to think it was the latter.
"Fine, but you have to brush your teeth first, you reek of alcohol," I say truthfully. He laughs.
"Okay, anything for you Troye boy."
"There is another toothbrush in the cabinet above the sink, and stop calling me Troye boy," I say with a giggle as he hugs me even tighter for a moment.
"Okay, anything for you T," he thanks again, letting go of me. I get off his lap and then I hear him stand up and make his way up the stairs. Bruno is at my side, obviously afraid of drunk Jacob as Bruno did not even greet him.
When I get upstairs I get back into the bed, hearing the sound of Jacob brushing his teeth and then the water running.
I hope he can make it to the bed before he falls again.
"Are you okay, Jacob?" I ask when I can't hear any other movement.
"I'm coming but I'm waiting for the floor to stop moving," he says as if it is the most normal thing in the world to say. I laugh at his slurring becoming even worse and how patiently he is waiting now at the bathroom door, watching the floor intently I suppose.
"Has the floor stopped moving yet?" I ask with a giggle after a few moments pass.
"Not really but I'm coming," I cross my fingers as I hear his careful and slow footsteps make their way over to my bed while Bruno is now at my feet.
I feel the bed beside me dip, most likely taking of his shoes, then he makes his way over my body to get to the other side of the bed and then get under the covers, I giggle at his antics.
"Are you comfortable now?" I ask with a playful smile.
"No."
"Why not?" I ask with scrunched eyebrows.
"You are too far away," he says softly, I giggle again and shuffle over to get closer to him.
"Is this okay?"
"A bit more," I oblige with the shake of my head but still smiling.
"Now?"
"A little bit more," I know what he is trying to do. I can then feel him gently pulling me by the waist to snuggle into me. I lay my head on his shoulder while he tangles our legs together.
"Is this close enough now?" I ask sarcastically as we could not get any closer at this point.
"Not really, but it will do."
I smile at how cheesy he is when drunk; I wonder how much of this he would even remember.
And oh God, his head is really going to hurt in the morning.
a/n: triple update because why not?
