I Just Got Out Of Therapy, Now Marry Me? (Jalex)

Denial

Jack P.O.V

I don't know what was happening...Why I caused all this, what caused me to just throw myself at Alex like that, but I now clearly know how he does actually still love me.

Yes, as much as he tries to deny it. Deep down he still has feelings for me; why else would he kiss back? Usually he would go to punch me (again) or at least try to stay away...

The thing was, he didn't want to accept the fact he couldn't love Taylor as much as he did me.

I sighed, running a hand through my unwashed limp hair before sitting upright in my empty bed, preparing to head to the bathroom which seemed like a mile walk right now.

"Damn, I think too much." I muttered to myself, chewing my lip ever so slightly before stepping inside the bathroom and shutting the door.

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ALEX P.O.V

*A few hours earlier*

"Come to bed 'lexy!" Taylor called for like the hundreth time as I inwardly groaned for probably the thousand'th time. She was really getting on my nerves.

Finally having no interest left in the television due to my pissed off mood I got up off of the couch and and roughly pushed the off button on the television that was attatched to the wall. Throwing the remotes on the couch I turned off the lights before heading up the stairs, opening my mouth to yawn.

"Geez woman, can't I get some alone time and watch some TV for once?" I spoke, my voice clearly showed I was irritated.

No answer.

Sighing I shut the bathroom door with a slam and switched on the shower before stripping down to my bare self. Having a quick rinse of my body and wash of my hair I turned it off and stepped out; wrapping a towel around my waist. I splashed some hot water onto my face and brushed my teeth, the minty toothpaste satisfying my tastebuds.

Finally finishing up I walked back to my bedroom, shutting the door quietly, I looked up to just see a blur aa I was thrown onto the bed, Taylor (I had an urge to write gaylor there) pinning me down-straddling me tightly, wearing her red silk lacy underwear. Smiling seductively she leaned down to kiss me, her fingers trailing down my chest towards the secured towel around my waist. Which wouldn't be there for much longer...

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May I say I honestly felt sick? The feeling, the taste, my mouth just seemed to reject it. My tastebuds wouldn't agree to it. Sitting up in bed (Which stunk of a smell in between prostitute and sex) I slipped on a shirt and some boxers before an awkward sound reach up my stomach...Towards my throat...

Clamping a hand over my mouth my legs darted to the bathroom to where I then spilled all my guts out. Damn, I had it bad.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Taylor asked me, hovering in the doorway.

I shook my head at her, signalling to go away.

"A little too rough last night?" She chuckled. Yet that seemed to piss me off to the extreme. I swigged a bit of mouthwash to clear the horrible taste of puke and opened my mouth to speak.

"Just do something useful and get me a paracetamol, a glass of water would be nice too." She looked taken aback for a second before turning around and going. Her short tarty dressing gown flowing behind her.

"Get some clothes on too! That would be nice y'know?"