Puck The Halls | Jack Hughes

ELEVEN

MIRACLE
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I WAKE UP IN MY PYJAMAS with near to no memory of the night before. I remember clubbing, I remember dancing with America and Jemma, I remember admitting I'd rather marry Jack than any other Hughes brother. That was as far as my memories went, however.

I'd never black out from drinking, not ever. The last I could remember, I was on my third drink after Jack had made me flustered, taking so some random guy at the bar, and that was when things became hazy.

I had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

How did I get home? How did I get changed? How did my makeup come off? How was I in fresh underwear? Why did I smell like my soap? Had I showered?

The most obvious thing, was that I felt like pure shit. Like I'd been hit by a truck, twice. I'd had hangovers, sure, I had one a few days ago after Luke's party, but this was entirely different. This was like I'd had the flu for three days straight. I feel like I could barely lift a finger.

Rolling over, I let out a strangled grunt as I reached for my phone, which was charging on the nightstand. I had a text from Jack.

Hey, Miracle.

You're gonna feel like crap in the morning, Princess. Text me as soon as you're up and I'll come drop you some breakfast that won't make you puke. I can explain when I get there 🖤

Luv you x

Okay, which alternate universe was this, and how the hell had I ended up here? Love you? Is he okay? Was he sick? Since when did we start using that phrase? I mean sure, he'd spelled it the lazy way, the "I'm not actually in love with you" way, but he knew what those words meant to me. He knew what a text like that would do to my heart, confusing me even more.

Jack had been home all of five minutes and he was already confusing the shit out of me.

I'm suddenly flustered, so I text him back.

Miracle
What the hell happened last night?

Jack
Maybe best if you just read the group chat pretty girl

And so I do.

Quinn's Angels

Jemma:
That's much better
The name suits so well
I love it

Cole:
Where are you guys?

Z:
We left to take Mira home

Huggybear:
What happened to Mira?

Z:
Drugged bro
She's out of it
And she threw up on jacks shirt
If it wasn't so serious I'd be laughing

Moose:
am I allowed to laugh at Jack

Z:
Yes
Absolutely yes
Was beautiful
If she was awake she'd die
Jacks carrying her shirtless

Huggybear:
Wait what happened

Z:
Some fuckhead at the bar drugged her drink
Tried to take her home

Jemma:
Jack would be fuming

Z:
He got a good few punches in

Jemma:
Where is she now?
She okay?

Z:
Yes but the fucker wouldn't let me help her
Only wants rowdy
Stupid fuck
So he's helping her shower
Oh wait he's back
No he's gone again
apparently Mira just wanted water