babe babe baaabe

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a blurb/imagine about dating Jack and you getting drunk and doing chaotic and hilarious things while he tries to take are of you?

“Babe. Babe. Baaabe.”
“What?” I said, dragging him down the road towards our flat. 
“I reeeally want a kebab!” Jack moaned behind me. I had his fingers woven with mine in one hand and my shoes in the other, abandoned once we were far enough away from the club. Jack had wrapped his jacket around my shoulders to keep me warm.
“We have food at home.”
“Y/N,” he complained, dragging my name out in a whiny tone.
“My feet hurt though.” Jack looked at me with a playful tint in his eyes. I knew exactly what he was suggesting and I jumped onto his back, giggling like a schoolgirl as he carried me down the street and into an all-night fast food place. He placed me on a chair so my feet wouldn’t touch the cold tiled floor and ordered himself a kebab and a box of chips for myself.
“I feel like I’m having deja vu,” I said, grinning at the handsome boy across from me.
“When the lads ran off and left us in that Chinese takeaway.” he giggled before looking up to me with soft eyes. “Who knew they were doing me the biggest favour of my life.” He reached across the table and laced his fingers with mine.
“You are so… soppy!” I laughed, causing him to burst out as well. 
“I can be soppier,” he said. “I want to go to the park and sit on the swings and look at the stars and I want to do it all with you.”
“Well what are we waiting for then?” I stood up, not caring about the disgusting floor of the diner.
“I haven’t finished my kebab!”
“Bring it with!” I laughed, swinging out of the doorway.

We did exactly what he suggested, running around the park in the orange glow of the streetlamp like kids hyped up on sherbet but instead we were adults hyped up on alcohol and each other’s presence. 

“Conor! Josh!” Jack yelled as he kicked open the door to the flat. We were met with silence. “Conor?” He went to explore the bedrooms. “Josh?” And then returned, shrugging his shoulders.
“They must still be out,” I said. Jack gave me the same look he did when he was suggesting a piggy back, a smirk with a hint of mischievousness. He walked towards me and grabbed my hips, pushing me back until my bum hit the table. Then he leaned behind me and plugged his phone into his speakers.
“What do we want?”
“Just stick it on shuffle and see what comes on!”
Our private karaoke session lasted until we could hear next door pounding on the wall. Holding back giggles, we turned off the music and ran into Jack’s bedroom where he once again grabbed my hips but this time backed me into his bed, kissing me deeply once I’d fallen onto the sheets. 

Being honest I read this back and was thinking about Joe Sugg the whole time, he’d be exactly the same omg.