Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 13

I finally make my way downstairs after someone else needed to bathroom. I immediately go to find some food.

"Hey are you okay, you look like you don't look great" I know that voice. Scamacca's stood there, once again finding me at my lowest.

"Hmm, yep, no, I'm fine" I say gripping the counter to help keep myself up.

"Sure, what would you like?" He opens the fridge "I can do you some chocolate, yoghurt?" He flips the door back a bit to gauge my reaction.

"Chocolate please" I passively smile, Im Halle he wants to help but I just feel like I'm stirring shit.

"But I promise you I'm fine. I think I just had too much to drink"

"That's okay" he taps my shoulder gently "I didn't even ask you earlier how you've been" do I want to tell him the truth?

"It's been how it always it. I don't know where I'm going in my relationship. I'm waiting for the program to start up so I can dive into it and forget everything else" I look at him deep in the eyes, I want him to know I trust him "it's how it always is" I feel emotion take over my body but not tears.

Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the fact that I've spent the last 10 minutes waiting for Emile to come help.

"You shouldn't be wanting to forget about what's going on in your life. What about your friends?"

Maybe.

"At this point I think you're my only friend" I say to him, I must look drunk off my ass at this point, I feel myself slip and grip onto the counter. He grasps my shoulders to help me up. Gianluca looks at me, I feel foolish, with a look that tells me he feels sorry for me.

"I think you should go find somewhere to sit, I have to go back to my friends" something is still sat wrong on his stomach about the look he got earlier having realised now why.

He's right. I walk back from the kitchen to the living room and sit next to Emile.

Emile once again snakes his arm around my shoulder and I rest my head on his shoulder. It's not long before I can't fight sleep anymore and start to snooze on his shoulder. In his arms, on the sofa, breathing in his smell.

I stir and it's maybe half an hour later. I'm on the sofa but I've been turned to be leant on the arm rest and Emile is gone. I feel a lot better for having the sleep, not so for waking up alone.

The party had died down a bit, the living room was desolate, and an lot of people had left.

I get up and try and find Emile. He's sat around the kitchen table with the guys playing some kind of card game. I'm still in the living room when I catch a glimpse of him, I don't think he's noticed I've woken up.

"So whens the Madame getting her surprise?" Xhaka asks Emile with a little nudge on the shoulder.

This could be what was meant before. I shouldn't listen in when he doesn't know I'm listening but I don't think I can help myself. Not now.

"I have it with me now but I don't know if it feels right. I don't even know if I still want to"

Still want to what. I don't like where this is going I have to stop it. So I walk into the conversation.

"Morning sleepy head" Emile says as I walk over to him. He doesn't even notion me. I stand next to him with my hand on his shoulder. He doesn't even react to it.

"So this is the boyfriend then?" I hear before realising who else is sat at the table, Gianluca Scamacca.