You watched the rain slip down the window. It was another rainy day in Ireland. You heard Jack's screaming and yelling from his recording room. You smiled as you heard creative curses slip past his lips. You shook your head and giggled as you headed into the kitchen. You made some coffee and decided to slip into comfy clothes. You changed into sweatpants and one of Jack's t-shorts. You laid down on the couch, satisfied. Soon, you heard Jack thundering down the steps. He grabbed his coat and keys.

"Uh, Jack? Where are you headed?"

"I need a drink."

"Okay, have fun!"

He headed out the door. Man, he must be really aggravated by the game he was playing. You decided to see what it was. You slowly walked up to his computer to see that it was Five Night's at Freddy's. You giggled as you imagined Jack being jumpscared.

You decided to lay on the sofa and wait until Jack got home. You closed your eyes and were soon fast asleep.

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You woke up to someone slamming the front door. You shot up to see your Jack at the door giggling to himself.

"Shhh, don't wake (Y/N) up!" He slurred to himself.

"Jack?" You asked holding back laughter.

He staggered over to you, almost tripping on the coffee table. You caught him before he fell.

"Heyy, you're kinda cute," you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Well you got hammered!" You said as you tried to walk him to the bedroom. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"Oooo, I'm gonna get some tonight!" Jack slurred as he placed a firm grip on your waist.

You just laughed it off and shut the door behind you when you got in the bedroom. Jack then pushed you up against the wall, kissing down your neck. You have to admit, it felt good, but you knew it was wrong because he was drunk.

"J-Jack, we can't do this right now, you're drunk."

"Shhhh, it'll be okay, babyyy," he slurred.

You rolled your eyes and pushed the drunk Irishman away. Sleep filled his eyes as he staggered around the room. You dressed him in a t-shirt and gym shorts for bed. Giggles slipped past his lips as you undressed him. Soon, he was fast asleep in bed. Satisfied, you slipped into bed next to him. He cuddled you, the smell of alcohol filling your nose.

"Well, at least he had fun," you laughed to yourself.