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James Marriott

Chapter Name:Drunk
James x reader
(James isn't an alcoholic it's just a joke on his channel and with Alex so I thought I'd make one of him being an alcoholic)
Warnings: alcoholism, angst.
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"James, you need to stop this" you said to him as you cleaned up a cut on his forehead. He had gotten into a fight at the pub  because he was intoxicated. His alcoholism is become a bigger problem everyday.

"I've got it under control" He said so harshly it almost scared you.

You bit my lip, "no you really don't" You whispered, softly, lookin up to his face.

"You don't know anything y/n" he spat, you knew he was still drunk but the words hit you, you'd always liked James but never acted on it since he had a girlfriend, but a few months ago they had broken up and it had hit him hard. He wouldn't tell you why they broke up but it must have been bad.

You spoke up with a sudden burst of confidence "Yeah, I do this is a problem, it such a big problem that you are becoming violent" you motioned to his beaten up face and knuckles, which were now clenched.

"Get out" He spat.

"What" you asked, your eyes tearing up.

"Get the fuck out" he now yelled.

"James" you cried, you didn't have anywhere to go, you lived with James even though you paid your share you didn't feel like you wanted to bring that up now. 

"Just leave you make my life a living hell, I fucking hate you" he yelled. His words hit you more than you thought they would.

You fell back on to the couch crying. His eyes softened, sobriety returned to them and he sat down by you.

"Oh my god, I sorry, I'm sorry" he apologized profusely, tears welled in his eyes when you pushed him away.

You couldn't even move, you were frozen.

"Baby I'm sorry," the nickname took you by surprise, making you finally look to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, your tears wetting his shirt.

You wrapped your arms around him without thinking, you didn't forgive him it was just instinct. He kept whispering, "I'm sorry, I'll stop" repeatedly.

You finally looked him in the eye, and you lifted you hand to his face and smacked him across his cheek. He didn't react, he just continued to hug you.

He couldn't even completely process what he did, but he knew he couldn't lose you. "I can't, I can't lose you to" he cried into your shoulder.

You cried even harder, your mind was spilt in so many different directions. You knew you should have just walked out, but you couldn't bring your self to do it.

He kept trying to comfort you, kissing your forehead, scratching your head and rubbing your back. You eventually stop crying, but you didn't stop holding each other in silence.

"I know it's a bad time but, I love you, I can't loose you, I really can't. I'm sorry. I'll never drink again, I promise I'll throw all this alcohol away...." he said pointing to his alcohol cabinet, "I'll throw it all away for you."

You looked at him, you found a soft spot in your heart, "I love you too. I...I just want to help" you stuttered.

"I know." He smiled, making you melt.

He leaned in to you, holding you face softly, "I'll fix this"

He then went in for a kiss, his lips touched your gently, you felt a warm feeling of comfort run through your body.  He smiled and stood up giving you a hand. You grabbed it and stood up, rubbing your puffy eyes.

You watched from the couch as he grabbed all the alcohol out of his cabinet and put it all in a trash bag. He took it and opened the window, he threw the large bag right out the window into the empty alley below. You sighed a sigh of relief, and reached your arms out to him. He comes sit by you on your couch and you snuggle into him.

He turns on the Netflix and goes to Black Mirror. You watch it until you fall asleep.

James watches you sleep for awhile when he moved you to your bed. "God, I'm so in love with you" he whispers into your hair, kissing your head. He smiled, he didn't lose you and he had no plan to.