The Assassin's Partner (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Chapter 7-Truth or Dare

You gasp as you awake. The sounds of metal being pounded and the sound of a sleeping and smelly Jacob next to you. Your stomach still hurts from the day before but you try to shake it off. You looked at your pocket watch as you played with Jacob's hair, still sound asleep, hugging you with such passion. It was 5:37am, too early for you to be up or for anyone but you couldn't go back to sleep now. You couldn't bear to wake Jacob up and disturb his slumber, so to pass the time, you reach for your book which: The Woman in White.

You always loved such books with mystery and suspense, that your heart raced when a suspenseful part was read. You were never really fond of reading but if there's a story involving murder or mystery or perhaps both, you couldn't put the book down. You loved how it was the least person expected to be the murderer or how the answer was right there but you just didn't see it. You were so into your book you didn't realize Jacob had gotten up. His head was in his hands like if he was crying but he was groaning.

"Ugh, my bloody head..."
You quietly laughed, and rubbed his back.

"That's why I hardly drink. The washroom is right around the corner if you need to freshen up. Just don't stink it up. I'll go get you some water."

You walked downstairs to find your father with his hand on his head while eating some biscuits.

"How are you? You were a little over than intoxicated last night."

"I'm never drinking again, dearie. I don't seem to remember a thing since we arrived at the Pub!"

"Two words to describe last night: Musical and smelly." You chuckled as you got a glass and filled it with water.

You walk up to him and gently you kiss his forehead,"You should go back to sleep it's early, I know I will try to.." You smile and hand your father the glass of water. He chugs it down as you silently giggle. You went to fill another glass with water until you heard someone groaning in pain. Jacob did drink the most in order to be puking that loud.

"Who's upstairs my dear?"

"It's just Jacob, I couldn't leave him down at the pub, something could've happened to him!" You heard the worrisome in your voice and it shook you.

"Oh, well, send him my greetings." You were shocked at his response, usually he would say something that's marriage or mainly love related but this time, he didn't.

"I'm surprised you didn't say if I'm with Jacob. I was just teasing around yesterday. I don't mind you talking about it, it's just...it's just that you're not...not-"

"Realistic, my dear?"

You sigh a smile and nod as you head back upstairs to find Jacob with his head on the toilet seat groaning. You hand him the glass of water and you sit next to him. He always fancied me, huh? It was probably his drunk-ness talking to me. He gulped down the water as he slowly rested his head on your shoulder. It made you gasp a little but you didn't mind it. Once he looked at you he immediately brought his head back up but doing so, he made his hurt again which made you giggle.

"I didn't do or say anything stupid while I was drunk, right?"

Yes,"No you didn't."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

No,"Yes, why? What do you remember?"

Please don't say that you fancied me, please don't say that you fancied me..

"Singing, is what I can recall and lots of hugging?" He says trying to get up. You let out a quiet, relieved sigh and you help him get up. You check your pocket watch and saw that it was 6:53am. Time really does fly by.