'you said you didn’t deserve me'
Jacob’s POV
Saying my head felt like it was going to explode would be an understatement. I wake up, unable to register anything besides the painful pounding in my head. I don’t even bother opening my eyes.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
I then try to open my eyes but I close them again instantly. I am also trying to recollect any memory from the night before, but nothing seems to come to mind. The last thing I remember is me shouting to Tyler “another one!” then nothing at all, just black.
I then realise the room around me is not my own, the bed I am in is not mine but I am hurting so much I don’t even care just yet.
“Oh, you awake,” my eyes shoot open, getting a bit of a fright to see Troye walking into the room.
“I uh,” I start but I close my mouth, not knowing what the hell is going on.
“You don’t remember a thing do you?” he asks with an airy laugh.
“Not much,” I say.
“Well, all you need to know is that drunk Jacob is very apologetic, very cuddly and extremely over emotional,” oh shit, what the fuck did I do? What the fuck did I say?
“Oh God,” I say placing a hand over my eyes while Troye just laughs softly again.
“I forgave drunken Jacob last night though and I also forgive sober Jacob,” I look back to him now smiling.
“What did I even say?” I groan out.
“I will tell you later, I think you just need to take those pills beside you and drink that glass of water to put you out of at least some of your misery,” Troye says. I look to the bedside table, taking what he had just told me. “I will be downstairs if you need me,” he says just as I put the much needed water to my mouth.
I lay in bed for another good hour before my headache subsides. I get up, a bit shaky, and very uncomfortable in the jeans I am still wearing. I tug on my shoes and decide to just go home and shower before I start asking Troye what the hell had happened.
I get downstairs and tell him I would be back soon.
While in the shower I try racking my brain for any sort of memory from the night prior but the only thing I get is being driven home by Ashley and then collapsing in the hallway after getting out the elevator but those blurry images is about it.
When I get back into Troye’s apartment the tension between us seems to have dissipated completely. Maybe getting blackout drunk was not the worst thing in the world; I would go through a splitting headache any day for Troye.
“Hey,” I say, sitting beside him on the sofa where he is reading. I watch his finger go over the braille skilfully; obviously finishing the sentence he is on before paying attention to me.
“Hey,” he says back, placing the book beside him. “Want some answers?” he asks with a giggle.
“Please,” I say gratefully with a warm smile.
Troye explains every single thing from when he heard me falling in the hallway outside his door to the point where I was holding onto him for dear life then falling asleep. It gives me comfort in knowing he didn’t push me away or tell me to go home and just listened to what I had to say.
Oh did I say a lot.
“But yeah, you being drunk was not all that bad,” he finishes, leaning back onto the sofa to rest his head as I do the same.
“Wow that is embarrassing,” I say face palming myself, Troye chuckles at me once again. “Although...I uh it wasn’t lies, what I said I mean,” I mutter. He hears me and he smiles.
“One thing I didn’t say though Jacob, you uh… this kind of stung me a bit uh… you said you didn’t deserve me,” he says, his smile disappearing.
“Oh, did I say anything else about it?” he pauses but shakes his head.
“No uh, no reason as to why you think that, no,” he says.
“Oh well in that case I wasn’t lying about that either, I don’t think I do, especially after what I said to you.”
“Jacob that is nonsense if anything it is the other way round, I don’t know why you want to be friends with the blind boy but-”
“Troye,” I say exasperated. “I really don’t know how many times I must say it or how else to say it but you being blind does not make any difference to me,” he remains quiet after that, hopefully taking in what I said.
“This is something we can argue on about forever isn’t it?” he asks after some silence.
“I wish I could say no.”
“Should we just drop it and forget about that fight?”
“Yup,” Troye yawns tiredly.
“You tired?” I ask.
“Yeah I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“I’m sorry,” I say with a smile, knowing I was a big part of that.
“No Jake, even before you came I just couldn’t sleep, i don’t know why.”
“Sleep now,” I offer.
“Yeah?” he asks with another yawn making me giggle since he looks like a puppy while doing it. “You can turn on the TV if you want, I don’t mind back ground noise.”
“Okay, I will be right next to you then,” I say, he dozes off while I take the remote from the coffee table to decide on something to watch. Soon I hear soft snores fall from his plump, parted lips and his eyelashes almost shiver over his cheeks as he sleeps. His head then falls to the side; a position I know will really hurt his neck.
I scoot over to be closer to him and then place his head against my bicep. He responds by changing position slightly and snuggling into my side. I laugh at how endearing it all is and carry on looking for something to watch, keeping it on the lowest volume possible.
