I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's p.o.v.

After saying goodbye and thanking Matt and walking home in silence, we finally arrived at my house.

"My head hurts." Jack moaned for the hundredth time. I'm not even kidding, he has done nothing but whine about his god damn head, and I'm starting to get irritated. It's his fault for taking so many shots at one go.

"Yes, Jack, I know that. You've done nothing but complain about it as soon as you woke up." I sigh, opening my front door. I opened the door for Jack, noticing the way he was holding his head. I roll my eyes, shutting the front door and walking over to the kitchen.

"Boys! Oh my, I was worried about you! Where have you been?" She asks, hugging us both. Shit, I forgot to tell her. When she releases the death hug, I tell her.

"We were out at a place that may or may not contain alcohol and a lot of people." I say as innocently as I could, battering my eyelids at my mum. She frowned, looking at me with a warning look.

"You drank responsibly, right?" She asks, looking at me then Jack. I did, but Jack didn't, but I'm not gonna tell her that.

"Yeah, we did, don't worry." I smile, walking over to the cupboard for food and two drinks of water. My mum makes small chat with Jack, and I grab all the food.

"Okay, so we're obviously going upstairs to eat all this crap, bye mum." I laugh, pulling Jack along with me.

"Okay, don't forget to bring your rubbish down!" My mum calls after us. I shout 'I won't!', which earned a painful groan from Jack.

"Sorry." I mumble, finally arriving at my room. I dump the stuff on my bed, looking up to Jack. I patted the space next to me, and he came and sat down, yet again, moaning about his head.

"Why does it hurt so much?" He groans, bringing his fingers to his temple. I glare at him.

"I don't know, maybe because you drank too much?! Stop fucking moaning, it'll pass!" I let out a frustrated groan, closing my eyes, before opening them and staring at the wall across from me.

"It just...really hurt-"

"Jack, I don't fucking care. Stop.moaning.about.it. If it's really that bad, go downstairs and ask my mum for medication or some shit. Just shut your mouth." Okay, so maybe I was being a bit harsh. I'm just...so angry. It might of had something to do with the alcohol, or maybe it was the mix emotions I keep having for Jack. I don't know, all I know is that I'm angry.

"Look, Jack, I-" I turned to look at Jack. He had his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. I could hear very faint sniffs, and I felt bad. His head is obviously hurting him badly, plus this is his first hangover, so him and his body is not used to it. I sigh softly at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm angry for some reason, and I didn't mean to shout at you. I'll go get you some medicine and then we can watch a movie, okay?" I ask softly, rubbing his back. He just sniffs, and I get up, walking downstairs.

~~~

When I return back upstairs, Jack is looking down at his lap, drawing little circles in them. I walk over to him, two pills in my hand.

"Jack, are you okay?" I ask, grabbing his glass and sitting down next to him. He shrugs, and I pout at him.

"I've got you these." I say, opening my hand. He looks at them, and forces a smile.

"T-Thank you." He mumbled as I poured the pills into his hand, trying not to blush as our hands touch. I then gave him his drink. As he took the pills, I grabbed my Ps3 control, obviously going on Netflix.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask, leaning against my pillow, laying my legs out in front of Jack. He shrugged, reaching over my legs, and placing the glass of water down.

"Well, I know you like Home Alone, so, why not Home Alone two?" I grinned, remembering when we were downstairs watching the movie. I remember him mumbling the words. I see him nod, and I sigh. I guess he's not talking to me now. Was I really being that harsh? Dammit.

"Jack, look, I'm sorry for yelling." I sit up, but keep my legs where they are.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I shouldn't be annoying, sorry." He shakes his head, and he reaches up to his eye to wipe the tear. What I said was really mean, and I know it was. Of course I care about him. I care a lot. He just came out of hospital not so long ago, and I decided to bring him into a party, let himself get drunk, and then wake up and don't tell him what happened, then shout at him because he's hurt? I need to control my anger before it starts to get worse.

"Jack...you weren't annoying. It was just...ugh, I had a lot on my mind, and I also had a small headache. It's not your fault, okay. Come here." I sigh for the millionth time, sitting beside Jack, my legs now over the bed, and I bring him to my chest. He instantly wraps his hands around my waist, making my belly go funny, but a good funny. My hand reaches up to play with his hair.

"So, Home Alone?" I smile, looking down at Jack as he looks up. He bites his lip and smiles before resting his head in my chest. I grab my controller and play the movie on Netflix.

~~~

Half way through the movie, I complained about my back hurting, so we laid under the covers. I gave Jack some shorts to wear, and I stayed in my boxers and shirt. It's not like we were going out any time today. The only thing about this that I didn't like, was the fact my arms weren't around him. I tried a couple of times, but I didn't have the guts too. I don't know why, but I was suddenly shy to this. I don't know if it was something to do with the night of the party, or I was just scared. Dammit, I've been the big spoon before, why can't I do it now? I can do this, it's what I want most, right? To cuddle Jack? Yeah, it is. I sneaked my arms so they were under the covers, I then guided one closer to Jack's waist before my hand were finally on Jack's waist. I ducked my head into Jack's neck, my cheeks hot and I felt sweaty. I finally fucking did it after half an hour of being a pussy.

"Alex, are you okay?" I heard Jack ask quietly, and I took my head away from his neck as he turned around so his body was facing me.

"Mmhm, yeah." I smile down at the sheets on the bed, still feeling like my cheeks were gonna explode.

"Alex?" Jack asks for my attention. I look up at him, humming to say I was listening. Jack looks nervous as he traced little circles on the sheet with his finger.

"What, um, what really happened at the party? Why-why didn't you want to tell me?" He asks sadly, and I gulp. I don't wanna tell him because I'm afraid of him freaking out. Fuck, I don't want to upset him by telling him a lie, because eventually it'll come back to him. And he's asking me now. It's best if I tell him before it comes back to him.

"You um," My neck became sweating, "We were upstairs, and you, um..." I looked away, not wanting to see his reaction when I say this.

"You came onto me."

Notes

Sorry it's not really interesting, but oh no, what do you think Jack's reaction is gonna be? >:) Guys, we nearly have 50 votes, oh my fuck.