Ours

Chapter 11

"Cause I have hella feelings for you, I act like I don't fucking care, Like they ain't even there."

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Previously

My hands began to sweat as I slowly turned the doorknob. I bit my tongue, holding in scared whimpers. Opening the door I hid behind a wall, briefly closing my eyes, I reopened them hearing something else fall on the floor and break.

I whimpered hearing footsteps near the kitchen.

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Holding my breath, I prayed to god for my life as I held the mirror tightly in my hand.

"Shit." The person said knocking over a stool in the kitchen.

I stopped hearing his voice.

"Lucky?" I said stepping out from behind the wall.

"London." He half smiled, clearly in a drunken state.

"Are you drunk?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"Maybe." He laughed.

"I'm being serious Lucky." I sighed. "How much did you drink?"

"I don't know." He mumbled.

He tried to grab a stool to sit on, but missed as he leaned back a bit.

"Lucky!" I yelled running up to him.

I held onto his arm to keep him steady.

"Be careful." I told him keeping a firm grip on him.

"Sorry." He giggled.

I almost smiled. Almost. But, didn't because I was mad at him for being drunk.

"Come on." I told him trying to lead him to the living room.

He nodded and let me lead him.

"I knocked over some things on accident." He told me.

"That's okay." I told him.

That was the least of my worries.

"Did you drive here?" I asked, worried if he did.

He shook his head and put his arm around my shoulders and leaned down smelling my hair. I shivered feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

"You smell good." He smiled against my hair.

I ignored my blushing and also tried to ignore the fact that he weighed a ton.

We walked into the living room and I managed to get to the couch without falling over.

"Sit." I told him.

He obeyed and let go of me sitting down on the couch.

"Don't move. I'm gonna go get you a glass of water." I said stepping out of his view.

I looked back at him and frowned.

Why would he come here in the middle of the night in this state?

Turning around I got his water and walked back to him.

"Here you go." Handing him the glass he quickly chugged it.

Taking the glass from him I placed it on the coffee table and sat down beside him. He looked at me and we just sat there looking at each other.

"Why were you drinking?" I asked wanting to know.

He hummed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. I sighed giving up. He's not going to tell me in his state.