You and Rafe had been in a secret relationship for almost 3 months now. It was a secret because he was a kook, and you were a pogue; not to mention your brother would kill you for dating Rafe. All of the Pogues saw Rafe for a psychopath but he wasn't, he was just a boy who needed someone to care for him...just like you did.

You had accidently spent the night at his house, only intending to visit him and hangout for a bit but ending up falling asleep.

you slowly awake, your eyes groggy as you open your eyes. You could feel Rafes hand behind you and you could hear him making little sighs in his sleep, stirring.

You reached for your phone on the drawer beside you and switched it on. It was 8:42 and you had 10 missed calls from your brother and 15 messages. You sighed to yourself and went to go back to sleep; it was far too early for this.

Rafe groaned softly as he awoke, pulling you closer gently and humming against your shoulder, where his head was rested. "mh..mornin'.." he said, his voice sleepy.