Midnight Memories

Chapter 8 - Drunk

I flopped onto the soft red leather couch in the living room, meant for two people to share. I leaned back, closing my eyes and resting my head on the headboard until I felt a small figure flop down beside me. I looked down to see a slumped Ruth cuddling herself on my arm.

She's drunk. I couldn't help but smile. She had a lot to drink, and I'm sure she's exhausted from dancing like a madwoman moments ago.

I gently shifted my body lower so that she could comfortably rest her head on my shoulder. She clung to my arm, nestling her head into my chest. 

I looked around the room to see that Axel and Elec were still going on with the drinks, along with the other girls.

"You're a bad dancer Zane," Ruth groans in her drunken voice. I lightly chuckled at her words. "Yea? Thanks," I responded, looking down at her. "Yup," She says, popping the P. "You should come over some time, you know? I can teach you how to dance. I took ballet when I was 17," she continues.

I tried my best to hold my laugh, but I'm sure she noticed. "Are you laughing at me, Zane?" She looks up, holding her gaze on mine, a scowl on her face.

"Laughing at you? No, love, believe me, I'm sure you're a great dancer," I clear my throat, with a smirk stretched out on my face.

"You think I'm a good dancer?" A smile playing at her lips as she gently slides her hand downs my chest. Suddenly my body started to heat up at her touch.

I wasn't sure what she intended to do but, I could feel my cock harden as her hand slid lower, down to my waistline.

Before I could do anything stupid, I held her hand, stopping her from doing something she would most definitely regret tomorrow. "Sweetheart, I think you should get some sleep."

"Will you take me to my room?" She whispered in a sleepy tone. I hesitated for a second and thought I should get one of her friends to do it, but they were too busy and drunk themselves, so I didn't bother.

I gently shifted up from my seat, causing her to get up and sit straight. I stood up before her to hold her hand, but she refused. "I want you to pick me up. I've never had anyone pick me up bridal-style. Did you know that?" She groans.

I let a smile escape my lips as I bent down to hook an arm under her legs and the other one on her back. "wow, you have some strong arms, loverboy." She pokes a finger at my shoulder.

"Lead me to your room?" I ask her as I make my way down to the foyer, where the stairs that led upstairs were.

"When you go up, it's the room at the end of the hall to your left, with two stars drawn on the doorknob," she responds. 

I nod and make my way down the hall, spotting the doorknob she described. There were two little stars that had arms drawn on their sides that connected with one another.

"Shay and I drew that when I moved here. Our parents always told us that we were their shooting stars. Rare and a sight to see," Ruth explained as I opened the door wide and entered her room.

Her parents spoke no lie when they said she was rare and a sight to see. "A shooting star, huh?" I repeat her words, laying her down on her bed. She didn't answer me, and I realized that she had fallen asleep.

I stood beside her bed for a moment, watching her sleep. She looked peaceful and angelic. It took everything in me not to plant my hands on her face and devour her lips with mine earlier.

She has an effect on me that no other female has ever had. I couldn't help but stretch my arm out and rub the back of my knuckles on her soft, pale cheeks.

She was flawless. I looked around the room to see If I could spot any blankets, and I noticed a small basket by the couch on the other end of her room. I walked towards it and seen a couple of folded blankets.

I grabbed one and walked back to the side of her bed, and covered her body with it. I also moved the little garbage can by the bedside closer to her.

Before leaving, I moved a strand of her hair to her side and turned to walk away when I felt her tiny hand grab mine. "Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" she asks in a mere whisper.

I guess she wasn't precisely sleeping after all. "Yeah," I move to the other side of her bed and lay down beside her. She moves closer to me and intertwines her fingers with mine.

I'm not sure where this is going, but I doubt I'll ever see her again when I leave. I don't plan on visiting here ever again. My life is in London. My studio, the fans, the crew. They're my family.

She has no idea who I am or what I do. And my mother doesn't tell anyone about my lifestyle either. I prefer it that way. The band is what's kept me going all this time.

I need to go back and make more music. Being the lead singer and guitarist in a band requires a lot of your focus, which leaves no space for you to settle.

I like that she doesn't know who I am. She has no clue she's sleeping next to one of London's most famous rockstar.