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"dacre," you said into the phone, your words slurring.
"y/n? what the hell?" you heard on the other side. he always answered you, regardless that you had broken up weeks ago.
you wondered the streets, stumbling as you went.
"dacre, i'm a weeeeeee bit lost," you laughed until tears came out.
"share your location. ill be there as soon as i can," he said, quickly. there was movement in the background followed by the soft sound of an engine running.
taking extra long due to your blurry eyes, you manage to share your location with him.
"you're six minutes away. just hold on, okay?" he said, more trying to calm himself down rather than you.
four minutes later, dacre's car pulled in, making you walk slowly towards it.
he hopped out and took you by the waist.
"what the hell were you thinking, y/n?" he said, settling you in the passenger seat. he buckled you in before waiting for your response.
"i," hiccup, "missed you," you said pitifully.
sighing, he shut your door and walked around to his side of the car.
"you could've just called me sober, you know?" he said, driving home. he ran his fingers through his hair, making you roll your head to the side to stare.
"i thought you hated me," you said, curling your legs up in the seat.
"y/n," he sighed again, "you broke up with me."
it was true. he was spending all his time with actors or making movies and tv shows that you felt lonely.
"i know," you said, laying your head back. before you knew it, you were asleep.
waking up with the sun high in the sky, you noticed you weren't at home. looking around, you knew where you were— dacre's flat.
standing up from the bed, you wondered around looking for him. finally, you found him passed out on the couch.
smiling, you went into the kitchen and went to work making pancakes for you both. grabbing two mugs from the cupboard, you also made some coffee.
"i smell coffee," you heard a deep voice say behind you, making you nod your head as your stirred in the cream.
"just a little thank you for last night," you said, feeling embarrassed. leave it to you to get drunk once, get lost, drunk dial your ex, and then pass out in his bed.
"you're alright," he said, sitting down at the breakfast bar.
handing him a plate and syrup, you sat down beside him. after a few silent moments of eating, he turned to look at you.
"why'd you do it?" he asked, referring to you getting absolutely wasted last night.
"i missed you," you spoke honestly, feeling ashamed.
"i missed you, too," he said, taking your hand in his.
"i'm sorry i was such a jealous bitch," you said chuckling at the sincerity of the words.
shaking his head no, he took you into his arms.
and with a seal of a kiss, all was forgiven between you two. yet, he never let you live down the one night you had gotten drunk.
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so, the gif doesn't match again (shocking, right?) but look how gorgeous he is. like????????????¿??
