Trigger warning: alcohol/alcoholism

Your POV

It was currently late at night when I realized that Jack hadn’t come home yet. He promised me that he would come home at a reasonable hour this time. It’s one in the morning, where is he?
I told him that he needed to watch what he was doing and the more he drank, the less I liked him. It reminded me of my father, the way he would stumble in, barely able to stand. Sometimes he’d drink while I had friends staying over, saying embarrassing things. And sometimes, he was just an asshole. I hated my father when he drank. The more Jack drank, the more I saw my father.
I didn’t want Jack to have that about him. I loved Jack, and I hated my dad. Jack was easygoing and fun and my dad was a stern asshole. I didn’t know what to do.
I was waiting on the couch mindlessly watching television when I heard the keys in the door. Jack stumbled in, and I turned around, ready to face him.
“Honey, I’m home!” he slurred.
“Jack, where have you been?”
“I was out with the guys.”
“You promised me you’d come home at a reasonable hour. It’s like two. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”
“Aww, baby.” He took a step toward me to kiss me but I turned my head away so that he kissed my cheek instead. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“You are! You’re fucking drunk. You know how it makes me feel.”
“What’s wrong, you haven’t done this before?”
“I do this every time, you just don’t fucking remember!”
“Why’re you so mad, baby?”
“Because you know my father!” My voice by this time was high pitched, and I was close to walking out. “You’re acting just like him; stumbling in at odd hours of the night, not remembering conversations. I can’t stand it!”
“Y/N, I’m fine, see? I can walk straight.” He made a failed attempt at walking and stumbled over his feet.
“No you can’t.” My dad popped back in my head and all I saw in front of me now was him. “I can’t stay here.” I grabbed my purse, jacket, and keys and walked out into the cold.
“Y/N, wait!” he called out to me.
“No!” I didn’t turn back, and pushed on to my car.

Jack’s POV

I watched Y/N leave, and in my drunken stupor, I was sure I was right. I went to bed that night under the impression that I was right, and passed out without a second thought.
When I woke up, I expected Y/N to be right there next to me. When she wasn’t I was genuinely confused. I remembered having a fight, and her walking out but I didn’t know why. I thought it had something to do with her dad. Did he not approve of me or something? That doesn’t make sense though because she hates her dad because he’s an alcoholic. Ohhhh.
I remembered why she was mad at me, and as if by punishment, my head started to throb. I thought Alex should know what to do, he’s dealt with women more than I have, so I texted him. He told me to get her back, but I had no idea how.
She was most likely staying at her friend’s house, so I grabbed my keys and went to get her back. I needed some sort of apology, so I stopped by the store to grab flowers and chocolate. Chocolate always helped when she was sad. I wish I could hold her right now.
When I arrived at her friends, I stood at the door, waiting for an answer. Her friend answered it. “Jack,” she stated.
“Yeah, hi, is Y/N there?”
“She is, but I’m sure that she doesn’t want to see you.”
“But I brought her an apology.”
“I’ll tell her you stopped by.”
“Please tell her to talk to me, it’s important.”
“From what she’s told me, I can tell.”
“Just please go get her?” Y/N’s friend rolled her eyes and trumped up the stairs.
“Y/N, you boyfriend is here!” she called.
“Tell him that I don’t want to talk to him!”
“Already did; he won’t leave!”
“Oh my god, fine.” Y/N comes down the stairs, and her eyes are puffy from crying. She was dressed in her pyjamas and slippers. She met me at the door.
“Should I go in?” I asked her friend.
“No.”
“Okay, well can we talk outside, Y/N?”
“Fine.” She walked with me outside and stood with her arms crossed.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” I exhaled. “I know how much you can’t stand it when your dad drinks. I knew that and I still did it. I’m sorry. These are for you.”
She took them and played with the flower petals for a bit. “Why didn’t you apologize last night?”
“I was under the impression that I was right. It hurt to wake up with you not there.” I added the last part quietly.
“See what it does to you..” she whispered..
“I promise to watch what I’m doing and make sure that I don’t make you uncomfortable ever again.”
“Okay,” she mumbled. “I’ll believe you.” She looked down, and I brushed the hair out of her face. “But you get one strike and then you’re out, got it?”
“Got it.” I smiled and bit my lip.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“That one! Right there! You know I can’t resist it.”
“Then don’t.” I whispered and leaned down to kiss her gently. “Thanks Y/N, for giving me another chance.”
She smiled and her hair fell back in her face. With a flick of her head, the bangs were out of the way again. She chewed on her lip, and looked up at me. We stared at each other until she kissed me again. I held her waist close to me, and I didn’t want a space bigger than this between us ever again.

Notes

AN Oh man I can sympathize with this one. My dad’s got some problems with this as well. I hope you guys realize I’m putting off reading for you :P Sorry for taking so long anyway, I’m a terrible person. But I should be back on schedule now. I realize that the picture of Jack isn’t alcohol. I just liked this one cuz it’s cute. The conversation is between Alex and Jack.

- A Note to AllTimeLowFanfition -
Sorry for the lack of update recently, I was camping. But expect the usual (also school is coming up idk how I feel bout that but we'll see)