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I started crying, whimpering. He was tired of me.
I let go of him as i made my way upstairs not bothering to look after him.
After long minutes i heard his footsteps aproaching our bedroom.
His figure stand there by the door approaching my way.
I tried to avoid him for as long as i could.
I didnt even got to sleep with him later that night. I took the advantage and got out of the room and then got downstairs and fell asleep. Sleeping without his presence was hurting.
Tossing and turning that night didnt help me at all. I woke up at 2am after the nightmare i had. He wasnt there to comfort me like he used to.
I heard little sobs. Got upstairs just to check on him. I saw him sleeping peacefully as his blanket had fallen out of him.
I reached for it and pulled it up to his shoulders.
He stirred on his sleep as his eyes slowly opened. I didnt want him to find me awake.
He acted so innocent.
"Y/n?" He said with a sleepy voice rubbing his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Shouldnt you be sleeping?" He asked and in my opinion he was upset.
"Uh-i um..." i couldnt manage to talk because i knew i'd tear up in front of him. And that would make me weak.
I didnt want that.
"I asked you something y/n" he said irritated.
"So now you care huh" i said mumbling enough for him to hear.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Good night" i said making my way downstairs.
Tomorrow morning i woke up and saw that i wasnt in the couch i slept last night. I was in my bed. On our bedroom.
I dont really remember coming here after i got downstairs.
I ignored that fact as i continued my day.
I wouldnt let his avoidness to affect me.
Day past by as it was 9pm as i heard the doorbell ring. I opened it to reveal a drunk johnny.
"Johnny?" I asked concerned
"What happened to you?" His body hovered over me.
"Im such a dickhead" was all he said and flopped down on the floor trying to take of his shoes.
"Im so exhausted..." he groaned loudly making my breath hitch away.
"He grabbed my hand as i put his arm around my shoulder taking him to our room.
"phew...now lay down and sleep okay?" I tried to sound usual.
"No...why wont you sweep with mwe babe?"
He said trying to act like a kid.
His arms found their way up to my waist pulling me in his chest. Our faces were inches apart as we stared at each others eyes. His eyes were full of guilt.
"Then why dont you take a shower and then you'll feel better okay?" i cant handle him.
"only if you come and shower with me" he smirked. bitch what the-
"You are drunk and you dont know what are you talking about john. "
His heavy body moved across the room to the bathroom.
After a while he came out of shower, sprayed his favourite cologne which i melted, and plopped down on bed beside me.
His lips found its way to my right cheek, then to my left cheek, then to my lips, then my jawline, then my neck where he found the sweet spot.
I hated the feeling that when he was sober he didnt do these things. It was all the beyond.
"Stop john. " i said as his actions stopped to proceed what i just blurted.
"Dont do this please. I know that you are drunk and you wont remember what im saying but trust me you wont love me when you're sobber. " he looked me dead in the eye and cleared away the tear that just ran down my cheek.
He kissed the very tip of my nose and the love bite he had left on my neck moments ago.
"Im sorry if these actions arent mutual when im sobber but trust me babygirl there is a big reason behind it" he said caressing my jawline.
It always made me weak. Even if he would hurt me as a dumbass i am i always would forgive him. Knowing that maybe he wouldnt do the same.
"Lets take some rest, shall we?" He said in a sleepy tone.
His arms around me and his head in the crock of my neck. My hands locked around his neck, to connect. Laying in each others embrace knowing that it would hurt in the morning.
'Why wont you love me when you're sobber?"
Sorry.
