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"Come on, you gotta work with me here, Matty." You grunt as you continue to struggle into dragging your boyfriend in the elevator.
Who in their right mind even let him drink this much? He was just fine when you left him. And you left him for, what... Half an hour? Now, he just looks like he drank a whole beer keg. He can't even stand straight!
You're able to lean him against the elevator's wall and thankfully, the blonde boy seems to get what he's supposed to do, because he quickly grasps onto the handles and stands upright.
You sigh in relief and stand back to click on the button of your ground level, but the sudden distance you created between you and Matthew made his drunk-self feel very, very distressed.
Right as you're about to reach the button, he wraps his arms around you and tightens his hold around your waist, pulling you back close to him and away from the buttons.
"Oh gosh." You whisper to yourself, "Jus- Please, Matty." You try to plead but your words fall into def ears.
A small chuckle of disbelief escapes you and you take a deep breath.
You can do this, Y/N!
You push yourself away with everything in you and, surprisingly, you are able to get away and reach just enough to click on the button before he pulls you closer again.
Self-encouragement is the best there is.
The doors of the elevator close and it soon begins lifting up onto the floor where your apartment is situated.
You look up at Matthew and a smile ghosts over your lips once you notice how he has his eyes closed and it's probably ready to fall asleep in the space of milliseconds.
The elevator dings before he can and that seems to be enough to make his eyes open again. Confusion written all over his face.
You rest your hands over his, which lay on your hips, and push them away before using them to pull him with you.
"Come on." You try to encourage him to move before the doors close.
Half opened eyed Matthew nods at whatever you say, even though he has absolutely no clue what it meant, and starts to follow you to... wherever.
He does think he recognizes the carpet beneath his feet, so, no need to hesitate. He knows he's safe.
Getting to and into the apartment was easier than you thought, but even after closing the front door, you still have Matthew clinging to you as a toddler clings to his favorite toy.
You lay him, no, you throw him on the bed and a chuckle leaves his mouth, finding amusement of some sort in the whole situation. With a hold on his hands, you sit him back up and lift his collar slightly to see if he gets the message - since there's absolutely no way you're letting him sleep with a shirt that reeks this much of beer.
Matthew does get the message but not completely. Instead of taking his shirt off, he lifts his arms in the air, almost hitting your face in the process.
You laugh and take his shirt off for him, careful to not smudge the beer stain on his face. And soon also came off his shoes and jeans.
"Drink this, please." You tell him with a soft tone as you give him a glass of water.
Without even checking what the liquid is, Matthew brings your cup to his lips and downs it, cringing as if it's vodka.
"Alright, silly, go to sleep now." You giggle at him.
He smiles at your contagious laughter and nickname and falls back onto the pillows, star-fishing on the center of the bed.
You soon follow him to lay on the bed, after shimming your dress off your body and quickly cleaning your make-up off, of course - while, also, thanking the past version of you for not doing anything too heavy or too hard to clean off.
When everything is discarded in the trash and all the dirty clothes are thrown into the basket, you walk over to the bed, only with a shirt on.
You lay over a half-asleep Matthew, leaning your cheek against his chest and his arms soon wrap around you.
You two lay in silence for a few seconds but soon Matthew's voice reaches your ears again.
"I'm the luckiest man alive." He mumbles in a sleepy tone.
You look up at him and frown slightly.
"Why?"
"'Cause I got you," He says in a deep breath, "Al-always taking care of me a-and making sure I'm always okay..." He justifies, slurring his words a bit over his fight with sleep.
You smile against his skin and wrap your body closer to his.
"Awn." You whisper more to yourself than to him, resting your head back on him, "I love you, Matty." You whisper to him.
You wait for him to say it back, but... he doesn't. The room is just silent, and it does stay like that for a few more seconds.
You wait a little bit longer and right as you were about to come to the conclusion that he won't actually answer, a loud snore erupts through the room.
As romantic as they come.
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