A Match Made in Hell

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"Fuck, you're going to fall, baby—" he places two firm hands on my shoulders, stopping me in my place.

"I'm awake, it's okay." I say to him, pushing him off only to end up stumbling and bumping into the table infront of me, holding onto it for dear life.

"Karl, for fucks sake, stop moving and come to bed." He grabs me again, trying to pick me up but immediately putting me back on my feet when a gag comes out from the back of my throat.

"Karl?" He asks, shaking my head in his hands as he slaps my cheeks lightly to get me back to my senses. For what, though? I'm awake.

"Yes?" I giggle, my eyelids almost completely covering my eyes when I smile.

"How much did you drink, baby?" He lowers his voice, looking worried. Why is he worried? It's just alcohol, we've both done this a million times before.

"George and the others and I went to the bar." I smile, my head falling back. "We didn't invite the other boys, it was like a girls night, kind of, plus me and George."

He chuckles, shaking his hands. "You scared me, darling. I thought something happened to you. Thought you were upset or something."

"No. No, it's just—" I move my hands around, shrugging.

His smile suddenly drops again, his eyes dart up to meet mine. "Just what? What's wrong, honey? Is there something on your mind?"

"No, why?" I shrug once again. "I mean, nothing happened. I'm not drunk, I just had a few shots, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" He gets down a little bit so he can look into my eyes from below, his expression softening.

"Yeah." I let my head drop down, falling onto his chest. He wraps his arms around me, moving his hands up and down my back to warm me up.

"Come on." He whispers to me, pressing an aggressive kiss onto my cheek. "Let's get you to bed, baby. You can wash up in the morning."

"Nick." I whine, my head starting to hurt, my eyelids getting heavier each second.

"Love?" He lays a hand on my neck, eyebrows furrowing and expression completely changing.

"My head." I slur out, almost falling down but he catches me just in time, holding me up by my waist and placing me ontop of the table. "My head is spinning, nick."

He suddenly moves his hand up to my face, laying his cold hand on my forehead.

"You're burning up, honey." He brushes both his hands in my hair, kissing me on the forehead.

"Hm?" I hum in response, gasping for air against his shoulder, holding onto his neck, desperate not to fall over.

"Fuck, Karl, what happened to you?" He wraps both his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close to him but his hands barely touching my body, like I'm something so fragile he's afraid to break.

"Nick." I cry out quietly, not able to open my eyes anymore. My hands fall down, I'm almost unable to hold myself up.

"Karl? Karl, what the fuck is going on?" He starts yelling at me, his voice is almost inaudible. Loud, but not clear.

My head rolls off his shoulder, but he catches me just in time, while still yelling and screaming at me to get up, asking me a million questions I can't hear.

He lays me down somewhere, probably on our bed, it's really soft.

I feel as if it's my first time laying on a bed, the soft mattress making it seem like I'm up in the clouds and not on the world's surface.