Hollywood Undead - One Shots

George Ragan - I Love Her

George's POV:

I woke up with my head feeling like it had been rolled over by a tank, a stomach grumbling as if I had not eaten in days, and a really disgusting smell coming from... me. Great. My eyes slowly opened and I was met with the sight of our bedroom. I rolled over on the sheets and saw that a glass of water and painkillers were set on the bedside table. Well, that was unexpected, but immensely appreciated; I hated having to walk around trying to find medicine when I had a migraine. I went to the bathroom right after I finished drinking the water and as I pushed the doorknob, a warm steam filled the air. A bath was waiting for me. The nice sent that lingered in my nose everytime I inhaled made me relax slightly.

*~. Time Skip.~*

I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist as I left the room, rummaged through my dressers to find some clothes and got dressed. When I was done, I started making my way towards the staircase to head down to the kitchen with the glass from earlier in my hands. As soon as my feet touched the cold floor, an other smell infiltrated my head... a relly nice smell: pancakes. My legs followed the sugary aroma, completely washing out my headache. Entering the kitchen without a noise, I laid the glass on the table silently and approached my wife as she was baking the last portion of dough she had prepared. I snaked my arms around her waist and nuzzled my face into her neck. She smelled amazing.

"'Morning." I mumbled roughly, giving her a peck on the cheek before I spinned her around in my arms; as she intertwined her hands behind my neck, I leaned down and kissed her gently.

"'Morning." She said as we pulled away, "The last batch is still cooking but there's already plenty on that plate over there if you want." She smiled at me, untangling her hands as my arms left her body. She turned herself towards the pancakes to watch over them while I leaned on the counter.

"Why all this attention today?" I raised one eyebrow, my voice was laced with seriousness. She sighed and grabbed the dish full of pancakes, adding three more on top. "I suppose I wasn't very good company yesterday as I..." My words got stuck in my throat as I remembered coming home drunk, just going upstairs to our room and falling uncounscious on the bed. The guys and I had quite a fight yesterday, though. Danny was pissed off because he couldn't hit the notes he wanted with his voice, Jorel's guitar had been stolen and Jordon's wouldn't connect with the amplifier... I must admit that I got sick of it pretty quickly and stormed out the door before we could even repeat once. She rested the plate back on the kitchen counter and shrugged.

"It's fine, you had just spent a bad day and you..." She searched for the right words, tapping her fingers on the desk, "... weren't sober." I felt my face contort as painfully as I felt deep down.

"Did I... Hurt you?" I asked, my voice filled with concern; I was relieved when she shook her head. "Did I, shout at you?" She took the plate with the pancakes and looked down. She tried to walk to the table but I wanted an answer; I stood in front of her, "Please, tell me." I felt tears threatening to spill.

"No, you didn't. Not exactly." I got really confused when she raised her head with a small smile, she walked around me and placed the pancakes on the table, leaning back. I turned around to face her and waited anxiously for an explanation. "When you got home, you didn't talk to me, not a word," she took a breath, scanning the floor, "I knew you weren't yourself so I decided not to bug you. Then, I heard you snore," she giggled a bit, "and I told myself that you would probably prefer not to wake up in yesterday's cloths so I decided to go upstairs and dress you for the night, but" she finally looked up, her gaze meeting mine, "as I started to take your shirt off, you grabbed my hands and yanked them away-"

"So I did hurt you?" I cut her off, grabbing her wrists which had very little but noticeable bruises on them, "I am sorry, I am so sorry, my baby." I got to my knees and kissed her injuries slightly as I held her hands in mine. She freed hers from my soft grip and cupped my cheeks.

"Yes you hurt me," I was going to apologize again but she spoke before me, "but as you did so, you also said: Get off of me you whore, I have a wife and I love her." Her grin got bigger and she took my hands, motioning for me to stand up, "And this, to me, is just the proof that I am able to make you happy, and that's all I want George. All I want is your happiness." I couldn't hold back the tears as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I love you (Y/N), I don't know what I would do if you weren't there for me." I mumbled between shaky breaths.

"I don't know either." She joked, I chuckled and kissed her once more, "I love you too." She looked behind her and then back at me, "I also do love some warm pancakes." She giggled and I followed soon after her. We sat at the table and ate the delicious goods she had prepared. Gosh, I love her.

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Author's Note: Hya! Happy Halloween everybody! I hope you're all having a wonderful day! Also, sorry if the feels were strong on this one but, you know, life's not always butterflies and candies so... Yeah, that went deep.

Anyways! Happy Halloween once again and see you next time!