Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 79

Liza pov

"Please don't ever make me do that again." He groaned as the water hit his body.

"You know I'm sorry. I know how much you hate it, but I couldn't just let them sit in your stomach. Absolutely not." I defended, pulling the shower head so it was over his hair.

It took some time, but I finally managed to get him to throw up the pills. The effects weren't going to go straight away, but even now, no more than twenty minutes later, he's already looking better. His skin isn't pale and his eyes look less sunken than before. He was a long way away from being sober, but it's an improvement.

Now I had got him sat in the shower after he brushed his teeth. He was kind of out of it, but I knew he was fine because his eyes were still bright, they weren't clouded like they get when he's not here with me, mentally.

"That feels nice." He sighed as my nails massaged the shampoo into his scalp.

"Yeah?" I had to stifle a laugh at his face.

"Mhm." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he relaxed further.

I continued to wash his hair and rinsing the water out of it before washing his body. It was probably for the best anyway because his body had started to react to the pills, meaning that he was starting to get hot and sweat.

"Look, I'll go and get your clothes, if you plan on moving, please still be careful. You're not sober and I don't need you slipping in the water and popping something out of place or breaking something. I'll literally be like two minutes." I warned, making sure I saw him acknowledge what I said.

I wanted to be quick, because I still didn't trust he was going to listen to me. All I did was quickly grab him a pair of sweats and boxers and a shirt. Wether he wears the shirt or not is a different matter, but still. When I walked back into the bathroom, I saw him still laying in the water, but he was slowly starting to fall asleep, meaning his body was slipping and the water was getting dangerously close to his nose.

"Jesus Christ." I quickly rushed over and pulled the plug, my shouting haven woken him up fully. "Fucking hell." I breathed. "Right, okay. Come on, let's get you out and then you can sleep in the bed where it's safe to do so." He rubbed his eye before sitting up and getting out.

I waited for him to get dressed while I washed out all the bubbles left behind in the tub. Once he was done, I took the towel from him and tried to guide him to his bed. He was still kind of loopy, but it was easier to move him than I expected.

"No, please stay with me." He pouted as I tried to go and throw his towel in the laundry.

"I will, I'll be back in literally thirty seconds." I assured, releasing my hand from his grip and putting it away. "See, what'd I tell you?" I asked as I came back. 

He gave me a dazed smile before sitting up. I got the message that he wanted me to lay behind him, and so I climbed up and out my legs on either side of his hips. I laid back against the pillow, and he laid back against me, pushing his back to my stomach and laying his head down just below my boobs. He took it upon himself to wrap my legs around him, my heels resting between his thighs. My hand rested in his hair, playing and twisting with the damp strands.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled out after about three minutes of silence.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"For making you wake up and come all the way over here to deal with me. I shouldn't have called yo-"

"Stop. I'm happy that you did. I would rather have to wake up at whatever time you need me to, then walk in here and find you passed out in the floor from an overdose, or worse, dead on the floor from an overdose.

I still have no clue what you took, but I know you took enough of it to kill you. You're my boyfriend, and so the same way you make sure I'm okay when I've got shit going on, I'm going to make sure that you're okay when you've got shit going on.

And if you're not, my next job is to make sure you don't do anything stupid to yourself that's gonna hurt you or take you away from me." I cut him off, needing him to see he didn't need to apologise.

"But I shouldn't have done it in the first place. I know how you have a difficult past with drugs, and you have bad experiences with others taking drugs, I knew that and I still did it. And then I called you out here, that just makes me a bad boyfriend." He argued back, almost insisting he was right.

"You're not going to sit here and apologise for your coping mechanism. Yes what you did was dangerous, but it's a coping mechanism, it's not a good one, but it still is one. You don't do it on a regular basis and you have only ever done something like this once since you've been with me, and that's tonight." I denied.

"But-"

"I think that this is a conversation for when we're both rested and you're sober. Otherwise it's just going to turn into an argument and I don't want that right now. So just go to sleep and we can talk about it in the morning. Okay?" I tried.

"Okay." He sighed, resting his head against me properly.

I waited until I could hear his breath even out. I didn't want him to worry about anything, but I don't know how to make him not worry. It's the first time I've ever seen him this vulnerable, and at the same time, I'm appreciative of it, but I'm also worried. What if I'm too late next time?