Dating rafe is hard, he is protective, possessive. But you love him anyways, you both argue a lot with annoys you. You hate most of all his cocaine addiction, it scares you. You hang out with the pogues since you are a pogue. He hates that about you, he hates the pogues.

Rafe loves and adores you. He fights with you and is terrified of you leaving him. He always is trying to buy your love or something. He always knows where you are because he installed a tracking app on your phone.

You love him he loves you and you both work. You and rafe live in tannyhill.

You both were arguing about something and he left. It had been two hours and you started to worry, you new angry rafe, he was dangerous but you waited at home watching tv.

Rafe was at the bar getting waisted with Barry his best friend. He came home hammered.

“You know, I do a lot of shit for you, you should be kissing the ground I walk on.” He said his tone was slurred “Fuck you” you said angrily “You wish sweetheart” and he went to bed

The next morning you woke up on the couch you and rafe were still fighting so you weren’t sleeping in the same bed. You got up and saw a shirtless rafe making coffee in the kitchen while rubbing his forehead. You bit your lip.