𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 {𝐆𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝/𝐘𝐨𝐮} ✔

C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N.

*coughs* comments help *coughs*

Gigi Pov.

Gigi: "Y/n, you have to try and help me." I groaned holding her up.

Y/n: "Just leave me here, I'll sleep on the couch or floor...whatever is comfortable." She mumbled making me groan.

Gigi: "Y/n, come on." I grumbled struggling to hold her up.

Y/n: "My room is on the other side of the villa...just leave me here. Damon will come back and help me out," She said letting go of me and grabbing the wall quickly. I looked at the girl and sighed.

Gigi: "Come on, you can sleep in my room," I said hoping that would have motivated her to help me. She looked up from the floor and raised an eyebrow at me.

Y/n: "Me and you? In the same room....yeah, okay." She said pushing herself off the wall and almost falling. I quickly grabbed her arm and held her up to stop her from falling. "Aren't you just the sweetest," She mumbled poking my nose.

Gigi: "No, I just didn't want to deal with you if you fell on the floor." She chuckled at my words and helped me drag her up the stairs.

Y/n: "Nah, you could've let me fall but you didn't." I somehow felt like her words had a double meaning but shook it off. 

We finally made it to my room, I lead Y/n to the bed and made her sit on it letting out a deep breath. She chuckled and fell back sighing.

Y/n: "Your sheets smell like...Chanel? No! It's Michael Kors, you always wear that one," I smiled and shook my head at her.

Gigi: "Y/n, must I get something from your room for you to change into?" I asked standing in front of her. She sat up and smirked pulling me down on her. I gasped and grabbed her shoulders so I didn't fall off of her. "Idiot!" I scolded slapping her shoulders.

Y/n: "I didn't like how that guy talked to you and looked at you," She frowned looking at me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Gigi: "It's the same way you look at me," She rolled her eyes at me.

Y/n: "That's what you think," I raised an eyebrow at her.

Gigi: "Oh really?" I challenged.

Y/n: "Yes, really, Jelena, they think your hot, which you are, don't get me wrong..."I laughed at her drunk rambling. " But 'hot' doesn't mean a thing when you talk about someone. I prefer to call you beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking-"

Gigi: "Okay Romeo, take it easy now." I joked covering her mouth. She licked my hand and smirked once I pulled it away. "Y/n! That's gross," She shrugged her shoulders and adjusted me so I was straddling her.

Y/n: "It's not gross when I lick other places," She wiggled her eyebrows and started rubbing small circles on the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and sighed opening them.

Gigi: "We're not having sex while your drunk," I said watching the smirk from her face fall. She groaned and fell back on the bed.

Y/n: "Just saying, drunk sex is the best." I hummed and got off her.

Gigi: "Not when you're like this, now do you need anything?" I asked turning around and putting my purse on the desk in the room, taking out my jewelry.

Y/n: "I want you," She called from the bed.

Gigi: "It's a shame your drunk then," I turned around and saw her sit up with a pout.

Oh my God, Y/n pouting is the cutest thing ever.

Y/n: "Stupid Damon," She mumbled looking at my dress and licking her lips. "You think you'd be able to put that dress back on tomorrow?" She asked waking up from the bed and walking over to me.