He's My Addiction | Dreamwastaken x reader 16+

Party Time | Plot

Y/N POV

Driving back from the so called "happiest place on Earth" was a big relief off my chest. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, and cuddle. The whole time we were at that horrid place, I was stuck as a third wheel. A third wheel to my own boyfriend. I understood that him and George were close and all but when you have to sit behind them on a roller coaster, hold their souvenirs, and stay left out while they laugh at inside jokes, it's not very fun. 

I let it all go since I didn't want this trip to end a bad note. When we all left Disney, we went in different taxis after saying goodbye.

Clay didn't even seem exhausted by the slightest while I was very tired from such a long day. I take his hand into mine, sitting in the backseat of the taxi. He  brings my hand that was interlocked with his and kisses it lightly. I smile and lay my head onto his shoulder while watching the stars from outside the window. 

Looking out the window I notice that we are approaching our hotel so I get up, starting to get ready to leave the taxi. Soon enough we pass the hotel.

"Um, Clay?" I give him a confused look, "We just passed our hotel."

"I know" He adds.

"Well why aren't we stopping?" I ask.

"We're going to a party" He chuckles.

"You didn't even ask me if I wanted to go." I angrily say.

"Calm down, it will be fun." He rubs my back.

"Whatever" I mumble, leaning my head along the window looking at the stars again

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We arrive to the party. It was in a large two story house filled with people. I walk out of the taxi while Clay tries to hold my hand, I loosen myself from his grip. He can feel my frustration, I know it.

"I'm gonna go find George!" He yells over the blasting music as we enter the house.

How did Clay even know anybody here? I took a guess that it was a youtuber party. I find my way to a corner, pushing and shoving through the crowds of people. I fold my arms and sit, crossing my legs. 

A man approaches me, he was slightly taller than me, looked around in his thirties, definitely not a youtuber. I see him holding a bottle of alcohol and a shot glass. 

"Hey pretty lady" I smiles. 

God I wanted to punch him.

"I have a boyfriend, have a good day" I roll my eyes.

"No need to get so uptight" He laughs.

"I'm not uptight" I furrow my eyebrows.

I wasn't uptight. I was just.. trying to not present myself as some sort of slut. It was those stans on Twitter that got me thinking like this. I take a big breath in. I was asking for people to like me, that's why I am like this. I quickly step back into reality after thinking about why I'm so 'uptight'.

"Want a drink?" He asks so casually.

"Oh- I can't, I'm only 19." I say nervously.

"Come on, live a little, princess" He grins pouring a shot.

He hands me the glass.

"I really can't-"

"Why, because your so uptight?" He says clicking his tongue at the word uptight.

I exhale, "Uptight?  I'll show you uptight." 

I grab the shot glass and finish it in one swift movement. I had never drank before, it wasn't half bad though.. at least that's what I thought. 

"That wasn't terrible, pour me another." I tell him.

"If you say so." He chuckles.

I have another shot and right after that second one, I felt them kick in. It was a feeling I have never felt before. I stood up, feeling woozy but living my best life. I started to vibe with the music and danced with some people I'd never met before. Now that wasn't something I was used to.  Next thing you know I'm back in a corner, this time with someone else.

"Hey" I yell over the loud music.

"What's up?" The man yells back.

Not even a second later I begin to kiss him. He backs off immediately.

"Wha- what's wrong?" I ask with a slurred voice.

"Number one, you are drunk. Number two, you are dating Clay and kissing one of his friends." He says with an angry tone.

"Ohhh, so you're Alex" I laugh, obviously intoxicated.

"Yes and you might want to look behind you." He adds.

There he was, it was Clay. He just witnessed every bit of that. He turns around with the most hurt eyes on this planet. Clay walks away and goes straight outside.

"Clay-" I mumble, trying to keep up with him.

The crowds become blurrier, the music fades away and then that was it. My world had gone dark and my face was met with the floor. I shouldn't have drank, it made me into whatever I was that night.