♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me

Kirsty's POV:
I just flew to Ireland to see Jack's family, I just got back from the airport with Jack having met his family and we were catching up in his room.

"Hey, I'm going out with some friends tonight. Do you want to come?" Jack asked me.

"I might give this a miss Jack, I'm kinda tired from the flight and I woke up really early this morning. You can still go if you want." I told him, I wasn't feeling it tonight. I needed some time to chill out.

"Okay, if you're sure you don't mind?" He checked.

"Go and have some fun while you still can, before we fly home." I encouraged him.

"Alright then, I'm hungry. Should I make a put a frozen pizza in the oven?" Jack asked rolling over into his back on the bed, his feet pointed towards the ceiling and doing little flicks.

"Sure, I'm absolutely starving!" I replied rolling over onto my belly. Jack rolled over to before stopping to look at me, resting his face in his hands.

"What are you looking at?" I asked with a giggle, we was grinning at me very cheekily.

"You're so cute!" He cooed at me, I blushed and looked back down at the floor. Ollie all of a sudden jumped up on the bed and rolled around.

"But not as cute as this little boy, hello buddy!" He cooed turning his attention to the dog. He was wrong, Jack was the cutest of them all...well, maybe except for my Voguey Poo. I missed her already. Me and Jack went downstairs and ate some pizza, hung out and watched television for a while before Jack looked at the clock on the living room wall.

"It's almost six o clock, I need to shower and get ready." He said.

"Alright Bubs, have fun. But not too much fun, and definitely don't snog any fit Irish girls like Niamh or something." I warned him.

"Aww, I'd never do that to my Baby Squish." He said before giving me a peck on the lips. I smiled, I know that he'd never do anything like that to me.

"Alright, I'm going to shower because I smell like shit and pizza. Love you!" He shouted as he ran up the stairs.

"Love you too!" I shouted back.

"Help yourself to food in the fridge!" He added.

"I will. Don't talk to strangers!" I shouted back. I got comfy on the sofa with Ollie and put on Netflix.

Jack's POV:
Last night was crazy, and it was all coming back to me as I was up chucking into the toilet this morning. I think I drank a bit too much beyond my limits, it was probably after the tenth jäger bomb on top off my many beers. My head was banging, my God! Can't remember the last time I had a hangover like this, vomiting in the dark. I was now just dry heaving, I felt like I had to puke everywhere but I just couldn't. I flushed the toilet before crawling back into bed where Kirsty was snoozing, I cuddled up behind her to shield the sunlight from the windows.

"Jackie...are you awake." She yawned, rolling over to see me.

"No, I'm dead." I mumbled into my pillow.

"Fun night?" She asked me.

"It was." I replied.

"Do you want some painkillers and maybe I can tempt you with breakfast?" I needed painkillers desperately, but the thought of breakfast made me feel worse.

"I'll have some paracetamol please, but no food. I feel sick." I said, I felt her stroking my hair.

"Aww, poor Baby. I'll be right back." She said getting up from the bed, the slight rocking made me nauseous. My stomach hurt too from throwing up all morning. I grabbed a pillow and hugged to to my chest and curled up my knees.

"Babe, I got your paracetamol. I got you some sprite too, it might make you feel less icky." Kirsty said from behind me. I opened my eyes again, it wasn't too bright in here. I took the tablets from Kirsty's hand and swallowed them down with some sprite, that should help with the nausea. Kirsty got back into bed, I snuggled up next to her and sighed in self pity from this horrible hangover.

"Thank you for dedicating a song to me last night." She said, what song?

"When did I do that?" I asked confused, I couldn't remember anything since the first ten minutes of being in the club.

"Ashley sent me a video, he recorded the whole thing, let me show you." She said turning down the screen brightness on her phone down for me.

"Noooo! I probably embarrassed myself or did something stupid. Please don't make me relive it!" I pleaded her, then again I couldn't remember what had happened.

"Come on, you're so cute and hilarious." She said pressing play on the video. I was on stage at the night club and it looked like I was about to sing Karaoke!

"I'd like to *hic* dedicate this song to my fit ass girlfriend who sends me texts messages and lets me sleep on top of her *hic*. Hit it DJ! :
Kirsty
I will never let you let me leave
I promise I'm not lying
Go ahead and ask anybody who has seen me trying
I'm not going, if it seems like I did
I'm probably waiting outside

Such a stubborn man you'll likely never meet another
When we have our family dinner you can ask my mother
She's the best, you'll learn more about her on our family history test.

I'm going to do this right
Show you I'm not moving
Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow
Oh, I'm gonna love you so
You'll learn what I already know
I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me.

FOCKER OUT!"
I sang to everyone in this weird southern American accent. I dropped the mic before crowd surfing.

"That was not me, that was...a different man who just happened to have a girlfriend called Kirsty. Plus, I don't sleep on top of you." I defend myself against the embarrassment.

"You slept on top of me at that hotel room in Birmingham." She said.

"That doesn't count, that was a treat! I much prefer snuggling anyway." I said.

"Me too." Kirsty said wrapping her arms around me. And on that note we spent the rest of the day snuggling.