Austin~ 2 fucking am

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by zkuwonuswife

by zkuwonuswife

Do y'all remember my friend I told y'all about? Well if you don't go find that chapter, but here's the screenshots💀💀💀

2 fucking am.
You lay wide awake in your bed waiting for Austin to come home. It's not like this hasn't happened before, it's happened for the past week now. He comes home around 2, extremely drunk, and you send him to sleep on the couch, periodically getting up to make sure he's alright because you're THAT girlfriend.

You hear the front door shut followed by multiple things hitting the ground. You groan as you debate on getting up. Finally, you decide to get up once you hear more things fall.

"What the fuck Austin? It's 2 am!" You whisper yell at him.

"Don't be like that babe..." He slurs.

As he makes his way over to you, the smell of cheap booze and sweat grows stronger.

"Oh no, you're not coming over here smelling like that," you back up. "Why the fuck are you so late this time?"

"I lost track of time?" He mumbles.

"Was that a question or a statement?"

"Uhhh...both." He stumbles around you.

"Yeah, no. You're not sleeping in the same bed as me tonight. Couch or guest room." You storm back into your room.

Austin follows behind you as best he can. He eventually makes it up to your room. " Y/N....Y/N, I'm sorry. I...I just...just am going through...a lot with....with work."

"That's NO excuse to leave your girlfriend at home while you go get wasted every single night. You're being a sorry excuse of a man. I thought you were different from the rest. Go change so I can help you get to bed."

"Y/N, I love you. Like a lot. Please...please forgive me," Tears fall down his face. "I don't know what...what I'd do...do without you."

"Cut the act and get to bed. I'm tired." You sit on your side of the bed.

Austin walks over to his side.

"Austin, couch or guest room. You're drunk."

"But I still want to sleep with you. The boys are always up earlier than I want to be awake. Please?"

You look him over. He looks horrible. From the bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation, to his messy hair. You couldn't say no.

"Just go shower first please." You lay down.

Austin kisses you. "