Hate

twenty-eight

I was soundly asleep, pressed to the blonde boy. I could feel him shift in his sleep, mumbling incoherently as he pulled me closer to him. A soft snore left my lips, the boy slowly starting to stir.

"Mm. I've missed waking up to you." He hums, his voice thick with sleep. He moves the hair from my forehead, pausing when I start to shift. I settle down once more, the boy going back to playing with my hair. Jacks phone goes off, the boy quietly cursing before picking it up.

"What do you need Jonah?" He whispers angrily.

"You didn't come home so we got worried calm down would you?" Jonahs muffled voice says.

"Sorry I just I don't want to wake him." He sighs.

"Wake him? Wait jack you're with him? Where are you guys I'll come pick you up."

"No- no Jonah he needs time. We need to talk before anyone goes anywhere. The last thing I want to do is spook him and have him disappear again." Jack says, pausing as I shift again, groaning tiredly at the ache in my bum.

"Yea yea okay I get that. Keep me updated okay?"

"Of course. Now I have to go I think he's waking up." Jack says quietly as I grimace tiredly, shifting again.

"Zach?" He asks softly. I slowly open my eyes, before closing them once more.

"What time is it?" I mumble, relaxing on the older boy.

"It's about 10am bubba." I hum in response, not moving.

"Do you want to go out for breakfast?" He asks softly, drawing circles on my back with his finger.

"Yea." I mumble, my eyes staying closed.

"Let's get ready okay?" I shift, but don't make any movements to get up. He chuckles, running his fingers through my hair.

"Someone is still very sleepy." He says, amusement clear in his voice.

"Yea." I mumble quietly, nearly asleep again.

"Sleep bubba." He says softly, and I do. I let go of what little consciousness I was holding onto as I fall under once more.

I slept peacefully for another two hours before I had started to wake up once again. I shift tiredly on the bed, slowly opening my eyes. I look around, my eyes landing on Jack. He was shirtless, the boy leaning on the deck fence looking out at the beach.

I lean up on my elbows, watching as he glances over before doing a double take. He moves away from the balcony and walks back into the room, his eyes landing on me.

"Hey. Are you feeling alright?" He asks, glancing at my blanket covered bum. I blink tiredly before shifting, immediately feeling it.

"It hurts." I whine, nuzzling back into the pillows.

"We'll just have breakfast here then okay? Do you need help getting dressed?" I nod, watching as he grabs some clothes for me.

I reluctantly remove the blanket, sitting up with a grimace. The boy helps me slip on my clothes, sitting by me on the bed.

"I can order from doordash and maybe we can't talk while we wait?" I sigh glancing out the window.

"Zach I know you don't want to-"

"I'll go." He looks at me confused.

"What?"

"I'll go to therapy. If you're there of course." He looks at me, surprised by my words.

"Yea of course I'll be there." I glance back at him, offering a small smile. I didn't want to go but I knew it would be best.

"Now do you want Denny's or ihop?"

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hi here's a lil update I'm sorry it's sucks haha. this is the only free time I had and I've had no motivation I'm so tired 😭