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Rye

We could hear the blaring music before we had even got out of the car.

I sighed.

It was obviously Jack, seeing as he had opted to stay in tonight when we had gone to the cinema earlier.

The music only grew louder when we walked into the house, but I chuckled when I heard Jack singing. I followed the sound of the music, and his singing, which led me to the kitchen.

"Oh for goodness sake." I muttered under my breath.

Jack swayed dangerously, a bottle in his hands. He sang out of key, his voice slurred, and I burst into laughter.

"What's so funny? Where's.... oh my God."

Andy appeared in the doorway and shook his head. There was a smile on his lips when I looked though.

"Well, we're going upstairs Ryan... sort your boyfriend out." Mikey yelled as he ran up the stairs.

"Good luck!" Brooklyn called.

Andy ran up the stairs after them.

I flushed. "He's not my boyfriend!" I shouted back.

I took a deep breath. Jack was always a right piece of work when he was drunk. He never listened to what I said, or anyone else for that matter.

I switched the music off first, my ears ringing... I'd only been in the vicinity for less than a few minutes, so God knows how Jack was faring.

But he didn't even react when the music shut off. Silence rang around the house, and I took it in.

I kept watching Jack, smiling when he carried on swaying to his own beat. With his eyes closed he took big swigs from the bottle in his hands.

Right, that was enough.

"Jack." I said in my normal voice.

Nothing.

"Jack!"

He turned around at the sound of my voice, and I bit my lip to hold back from laughing right in his face.

Jack looked so confused, and it was kind of adorable. His eyes squinted, and I started to walk over to him.

I held my hand out wordlessly for the drink, but he looked at it like it was from another planet. With another sigh I ripped the bottle from his grip.

"That's enough of that." I said.

"No... no give... no." Jack slurred terribly.

He tried to get it back, but he was far too drunk to actually achieve anything. This was far too easy, I thought with a smile.

"You've had enough of that Jackie." I said, placing the bottle on the counter behind me, and out of Jack's line of sight.

"I wanna drink Rye..." He whined, and slumped onto me.

Now for the fun part.

With Jack still on me I managed to make him a glass of water, and I held it in front of his lips.

"Drink this."

He mumbled something I couldn't quite decipher.

"Please?" I asked.

"'is it?" He slurred.

I chuckled. "It's water."

"Won't burn." Was all he said.

I frowned. "What?"

"The bottle burns. That won't."

Before I could stop myself I said, "Why do you have to be cute when you're like this?"

I flushed again, and clenched my jaw to stop myself from saying anything.

"I'm 'ways cute Rye... just never see it."

Jack got off me, swayed, but he took the water from my hands and sipped on it. He pulled a face, but I gave him a look, and he instantly downed the glass.

"Happy?"

"Yes... now you need to go to bed." I said, already wondering how the hell I was going to get him to quieten down.

His hands wrapped around my waist and he started to sway before I could pull him off me.

"No, dance with me ryan. I want to dance with you." He whispered into my ear.

I shivered. I couldn't do this.

"Maybe another time Jackie."

I forced his hands from my waist and held him a safe distance away.

But eventually I got him to agree to go to bed, much to my relief, and the conversations we had whilst making our way up... I hated to laugh right in his face, but his drunk self was really pushing it.

"Are we gonna get a vroom?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I laughed, and kept a watchful eye on him as he climbed up the first stair.

"A vroom... you have one, but not anyone else."

Jack stumbled halfway up the, but I held him up, and proceeded to help him up the rest of the stairs.

"A vroom... do you mean a broom?"

I enunciated the 'B', but Jack just shook his head, frustration in his eyes.

"No... a vroom. It's the s-sound it makes."

"Oh... a car? Do you mean a car?" I asked, swallowing back my laughter.

"Yeah. A vroom."

I let out a snort, wishing beyond everything that I had thought to film this. It was pure gold.

I pushed open his bedroom door, shut it behind us, the light already on from earlier.

I turned around for one second, but when I looked back to my drunken bandmate I saw him face down on his bed, eyes closed.

"No, Jack you need to get changed first." I called, shook his shoulder.

"Don't want to." He mumbled.

I sighed.

"Jack, you need to get changed."

"Do it for me."

I froze. I couldn't do that! I'd never got someone changed for them, but at the same time I knew Jack wouldn't get changed unless I did it for him...

Calm down Rye... just don't think about it.

It was all I could think about, especially whilst I was taking Jack's jeans off. He'd refused to help me too, so I had to literally do everything myself.

My cheeks were flaming I knew, and I blatantly refused to strip him any further than his boxers. There was no way I was doing that; not a chance.

"Goodnight Jack." I whispered, having heard his breathing even out a while ago.

But his hand shot out and yanked me backwards when I turned to walk away, and I fell unceremoniously onto his bed. I let out a squeak of shock, and held my breath when Jack crawled on top of me.

Oh my God... stay calm...

I needn't have worried though, because all he did was hug me tight, his hands meeting beneath me, and he sank fully onto me, his head rested on my chest, and nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"You have to stay." Jack muttered.

I had no choice but to stay anyway, because when I say Jack was on top of me, I mean he was on top of me. And only in his boxers too...

No. Stop it.

"Okay." I said quietly.

And so I stayed.

***

"Oh my God!" I heard someone shout.

I snapped awake instantly, and sat up, looking around the room.

Jack's shocked expression dug right into me. He was sat, leant backwards, as far away from me as he could get.

Then I remembered what had happened.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I sat up, rubbed my eyes.

His face flushed. He coughed. He averted his gaze. "I'm so sorry about everything I said or did last night Rye! I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed.

I felt bold in that moment.

I reached over to him and pulled him back down next to me, and snuggled up to him.

"Just lay with me a while." I whispered.

This moment would all go away the second I left the room, and I didn't want that, as selfish as that sounded. Jack had made it clear he didn't mean anything he had said last night.

Jack didn't fight me, he just held onto me as if his life depended on it.

I was so confused... he was sending me mixed signals, just as he had always done.

I opened my eyes after a few minutes, recoiled slightly to see Jack staring at my face. I inhaled sharply, and I couldn't look away.

The boldness from before charged my entire body - it electrified me - and I felt the urge to kiss him. I couldn't stop myself. I leant up and pressed my lips to his, my hand reaching up to cup his jaw, my other hand sliding to the back of his neck.

Jack didn't even pull away. He melted into the kiss, and soon his mouth was working against mine.

What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this... least of all with Jack.

But it felt right.

We pulled away a while later, breathless, stared into each other's eyes.

Jack leant in again, but I pushed him back. A flash of hurt flickered in his eyes. I chuckled, ran my hand through his hair.

"As much as I enjoyed that, I refuse to kiss you again unless your brush your teeth."

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