why don't we imagines

drunk words are sober thoughts ✐ j.m

this is very long and i've been wanting to do an imagine like this so here it is.

you and jonah broke up about two weeks ago due to some huge argument the two of you got in. neither of you really wanted it to go that far, but in the heat of the moment, he broke up with you and you just left.

you walked away from your problems and you regretted it so much.

as your phone began to buzz, signaling someone was calling you, you looked down at the caller id.

corbyn is calling...

furrowing your eyebrows, you clicked accept and brought the phone to your ear.

"hello?"

"y/n! it's corbyn. look, you need to go to the address i sent you, and please take care of jonah!" he rushed.

"what? corbyn, n-"

but before you could even disagree, he hung up, texting you the address seconds later.

you sighed, fighting with yourself on whether you should go or not.

you missed him, you really did. but at the same time, he hurt you.

so many tears and minutes wasted on him these past two weeks.

eventually, you grabbed your car keys, making sure to lock your door and you head out, making your way to the address corbyn sent you.

you furrowed your eyebrows as it seemed to be some sort of club. jonah hated these so you didn't understand why he'd be here.

making your way in, you scanned the place before finding the boy you loved with another girl hanging on his arm.

you sighed, making your way over to him.

judging by the way he walked and could barely stand without stumbling, you knew he was drunk.

"excuse me. go somewhere else," you said to the girl, pushing her off lightly.

the girl rolled her eyes, walking away and jonah look at you.

"w-what are you doing hereee?" he slurred, barely able to hold himself up straight.

you moved your purse further up on your shoulder, taking a deep breath. "come on, we're taking you home."

"no, i don't wanna go anywhere with you." he snapped, attempting to push you away.

"jonah, it's me? you're fine."

"exactly it's you." he spoke disgusted. "you hurt me."

your heart broke even more than it already was. "jonah, i'm sorry. but we gotta get you home."

you wrapped your arm around his waist, leading him out of the club.

it was a struggle since he didn't want to help at all or even try to walk and you were much smaller than him so it made it even more difficult.

finally, you got him into your car, putting him in the backseat since he wouldn't sit straight and started to make your way home.

"you know y/n, i miss you so much. fuck. i still love you with everything in me and i just feel so hurt and scared that i'm going to lose you forever but i also don't want to admit that i was wrong. because the more i think about that stupid argument, you were right. you were so right but i had to be a dick. i'm sorry, i love you." he rambled, slurring some of his words but spoke clear enough so you understood him.

your heart pounded, the original tempo of the beat speeding up.

"please say something." his voice cracked, tears in his eyes. he spent so much time wasted and crying over this girl that he loved with everything in him.

"let's talk when we get to my house, okay?" you told him, your voice cracking as well.

finally, you made it back to your house and you once again had trouble getting jonah inside.

holding him up as well as you could with one arm, you unlocked your door and stepped in, closing and locking it behind you.

you fixed your hold on him and threw your keys down. "come on." you spoke, leading him towards your bedroom.

"i missed it here," he slurred, stumbling and almost knocking both of you over.

you sat him on your bed and removed your shoes, standing in front of him with your arms crossed. "why were you at a club jonah?"

"to take away the pain." he admitted, looking down.

you sighed, uncrossing your arms and moving closer to him, kneeling in front of him. "drinking isn't going to help pain or problems, jonah."

he met your eyes, tears filling them. "i'm sorry." he cried.

your heart shattered, it ached at the sight of the boy you love crying before you.

you cupped his face in your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. "please don't cry." you begged.

his lips trembled once the words left your mouth, tear after tear falling from his eyes. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, jonah. why'd you have to do this to yourself? you could've came and talked to me. we could've fixed it much sooner."

he sat further up on the bed, pulling you onto it with him. "i'm sorry, please don't ever leave me, i love you."

"i love you more. come on, you need to sleep." you told him.

you moved the sheets and comforter so that he could get in and then helped him take off his shoes.

"can we take off my jeans and shirt too?" he mumbled, his eyes closing.

you helped him do so and then helped him into bed, putting the blankets over him and shutting the light off.

you changed your clothes as well, grabbing a pillow and about to sleep on the couch, unsure if he'd regret telling you any of this in the morning.

"please sleep in here with me." he begged, speaking softly.

you turned to look at him and gave in, crawling into bed next to him. he pulled you close and almost immediately fell asleep. you looked up at him, how beautiful he was.

you hoped the things he said was true and maybe they were. after all, drunk words are sober thoughts.