(Oneshot based off of Don't, with song references through the years) X He looked up as I neared him, the coughing of the motor drowning out my words, but they were audible. His eyes were red and so was his right cheek, and they were glazed over with hurt and tipsiness. His face made my breath go ragged, it was so pained and I wanted nothing more than to fix him. "You can’t drive like this," I said, as he looked down to where his feet were resting on either side, swaying from alcohol. "I know," he said, "I know, ok," and his voice cracked at the end, as he let his head drop forward to the handlebars, jacket taught against his back so I could see every muscle move with the motion. I could see his back rise and fall with every breath as he willed himself to calm down, hold it together, but I knew he wasn’t going to be able to. "What happened?" I asked, as he looked up from the crook of his arm on the handlebar, meeting my eyes brokenly. "She cheated, Lauren, she fucking cheated."

[mature imagines marked *] valentine's day//you can't sleep//he has a nightmare//you're wearing his hoodie//you're crying and he comforts you//first night home with the baby//your son's first haircut, courtesy of Ed//you're sick//period//camping 'adventures'*//he feels the baby kick//he sings to the baby ... [Ongoing]

So what happens when a blind date goes horribly wrong and you wake up on an unfamiliar sofa, in an unfamiliar flat? Crazy things...