Preference #104: He Gets Into A Fight.

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border: 1px solid #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: Hey Y/N, I uhm, I need you to come and get me." You straightened up, your heart beating fast. "Josh, what's going on? Where are you?" You heard him sigh on the other line, "I-I'm at the police station. There was a fight in the club." Your brow crinkled, "I'll be right there." You hung up, your body numb as you gripped your car keys in your hand. When you saw him there, amongst the other people, looking disheveled, you couldn't help but realize the predicament that he was in. When he saw you his eyes lit up, as he rose from the bench. Crossing your arms over your chest you made your way to the car in silence as Josh trailed behind. Pulling out of the parking lot you set your lips in a firm line, the anger slowly building. He placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. Your eyes snapped away from the road, glaring at his bandage covered hand. You shifted your thigh and he recoiled his hand. Pulling into the driveway you slammed the car door, rushing into the house. “Y/N...” Josh whispered, grabbing hold of your wrist slightly. “How on earth could you be so stupid?” You asked, your voice dangerously low. He sighed, “He was really drunk, and was getting out of hand, I-” The glare you sent him shut him up. “Look, I'm sorry, ok?” He said. You turned away from him and he grabbed hold of your shoulders, spinning you around and crashing his lips to yours. When he pulled away your eyes bore into his as he continued to hold your shoulders tightly in his grip. “It's ok, these things happen.” He said. Rolling your eyes you turned on your heel, making your way into the bedroom and locking the door behind you.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: You waited patiently in front of the tv, your eyes glued to the television despite the fact that your mind couldn't be farther from the program you were watching. You jumped, hearing the front door open and you slid off the couch, attempting to hide your worried expression. The sounds of footsteps were heard in the hall, rushing into the bedroom with a sharp slam. Furrowing your brows you moved out of the living room, creeping towards the closed door. Turning the door handle you made your way into the room, hearing water running in the bathroom, the door slightly open. “George?” You asked, pushing the door open. However, you let out a quick shriek when you saw him huddled over the sink, blood all over the porcelain. “George, what happened?” You asked, touching his jaw as you turned his face to yours, examining his wounds. The majority of the blood was coming out of his nose, and he winced as your fingers gingerly moved across its surface. “I uhm,there was a fight in the club.” He said softly, as you grabbed an alcohol pad, placing it over the cut. You sighed, bandaging his cuts, a small frown on your face. “Hey,” George whispered, tilting your chin up towards his face, your eyes meeting his. He pressed his lips to your forehead, “I'm okay.” He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw, “I'm okay.” He repeated. You wrapped your arms around his body, a few stray tears making their way out of your eyes, your heart still beating rapidly.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: You sat across from Jaymi, who was currently holding cotton gauze to his face. The smell of the room was starting to give you a headache, it smelled like hand sanitizer and soap. You hated hospitals, with a fiery passion, but when Jaymi had come home, bloody and bruised, you knew he really needed to be checked out by a doctor. “How do you feel Jay?” You asked, biting your lip slightly. He turned towards you, smirking slightly, “Great.” He replied. When the doctor came in you both straightened up, and Jaymi was given permission to go home. You sat in the drivers seat, shooting little glances at him as you made the short drive home. You couldn't help but feel a little turned on, Jaymi wasn't really the type to get rough and rugged but it was definitely a good look. “Y/N, you okay?” Jaymi asked, catching you staring. You cleared your throat slightly, blushing a deep shade of red. Jaymi leaned over, examining his face in the rearview mirror. “You look pretty badass.” You said. Jaymi grinned, “So that's it. You think I look sexy.” You rolled your eyes, keeping your eyes focused on the road, causing Jaymi to bust out laughing. You pulled into the driveway, waiting to make sure that Jaymi was all set to get out of the vehicle. He wrapped his arms around you, moving his lips to your neck, giving it a little bite. He growled slightly, moving his hands to your bum. "Jaymi..." You whined, "we should probably go inside." Jaymi smiled, "That wouldn't really ba the badass thing to do, now would it?" Jaymi teased.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: “Hey Josh, what's going on?” You asked, a little confused that Josh was calling you. He paused on the other line, before letting out a sigh, “Y/N, it's JJ.” Your heart seemed to stop, your stomach automatically churning from worry. “What's going on?” You asked, trying to keep yourself as calm as physically possible. “He's been in a fight, he is pretty bruised up, but we've taken him to the hospital and they've given him the okay to come home. Would you mind helping me at the front door? I'm about five minutes from your flat.” “Of course,” You replied, “Definitely, see you in a few. You clicked the end button, letting out a shaky breath. When Josh's car pulled into the driveway you rushed out, moving towards the passenger side door. You and Josh stood on either side of JJ, shuffling into the house and placing him on the couch. Josh sighed, running his hand through his hair, “I'm so sorry Y/N.” You nodded, “It's okay, thank you for bringing him home.” He nodded, walking out the door. You sat down on the couch, your eyes nervously scanning JJ's face. He frowned slightly, biting his lip, “Hey, you don't need to worry. I'm fine.” You sighed, “JJ, this isn't fine. You could've been hurt, or arrested, those guys could have been psychos...” “But none of those things happened.” JJ interrupted. He moved his hand to your face, “I'm fine, I'm right here.” He said, moving his thumb across your cheek. At this point you hadn't even realized you were crying. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to rub his hands over your back, soothing you gently. “Please, please don't do it again.” You cried. JJ nodded, “I promise, don't worry.”</li>

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