Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

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⚠️emetophobia warning

They stood, waiting for the Uber, while Brett held Theo up. She groaned, her head falling against him. Theodora could barely see what was in front of her, her ears were ringing loudly and her throat felt dry.

Once the Uber arrived, Brett and Reagan helped her into the car. "C'mon," Reagan groaned as she pushed the girl into the seat, before climbing in after her.

"Big night, huh?" The Uber driver asked as he drove off, glancing at Theo in the backseat.

"Something like that." Reagan said through gritted teeth, if Theo threw up in the Uber and made her lose her 5-star rating she would be super pissed.

The resort was not far from the club so they made it there pretty soon. Brett found it easier to just carry her, so he picked her up and carried her inside. They tried to be as quiet as they could as others would be sleeping.

"Take her to her room, I'll get her some water." Reagan whispered, and so Brett carried her to her room, laying her gently down on her bed. He genuinely didn't know whether she was awake or asleep, but was relieved to see that her chest was moving up and down, so at least she was breathing.

She blinked her eyes open when Reagan entered with a glass of water. "Woah, when did I get here?" Theo's voice was hoarse, as she lifted her head slightly to take in her surroundings.

"Well, she's speaking, that's a good sign." Reagan chuckled darkly and placed the water down.

Theodora kicked off her shoes, before laying back down and closing her eyes. Her ears were ringing and she felt like she could hear her own heartbeat, it was that loud.

"Um, Theo." Reagan spoke tentatively, "You're not sleeping in that. Want me to help you get changed?"

"Mm." Theodora replied, and Brett shared a glance with Reagan, both unsure if that was a yes or no.

Reagan sighed impatiently, before crossing the room to the dresser and pulling out shorts and her Tupac shirt.

"Turn around for a sec." Reagan told Brett, before pulling Theo up so she was sitting. "Help me out here, Theo." Her limbs were limp, but she managed to cooperate as Reagan changed her.

"Such an idiot." Reagan muttered as Theodora reached for the glass of water, spilling some. "Don't drink too much all at once." Reagan snapped, taking the glass away from her sister once she had deemed she had enough. 

Brett turned around again, as Reagan put away Theo's other clothes. "Will she be okay?" Brett's brows were knitted together. As much as Reagan claimed she hated her sister, she sure was being caring.

"Oh, she'll be fine." Reagan shrugged, "I've seen her worse. She's just dumb and doesn't know when she should stop. Absolutely no self control."

With that, Reagan left the room, once she had seen that Theo was responsive she couldn't give another fuck. She just wanted to go back to sleep. Brett was about to follow her out, but Theo spoke,

"Brett." She said quietly.

"Yeah?" Brett turned around to look at her.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" He sat down next to her on the bed, and Theo placed the now empty cup down, disobeying Reagan's orders.

"For this." Theo's voice wobbled, and her eyes stung. "Reagan's right, I'm an idiot."

Brett was silent as Theo began to cry, he wasn't sure what to do. So, he hugged her, her head in his chest as she sobbed.

"You are not an idiot." Brett said gently as she pulled away, her mascara running down her face and her cheeks red. "But, as Reagan said, you need to learn when to stop."

"Are you mad at me?" Her lip wobbled. I'm such a fucking dumbass. This is embarrassing, Brett should be disgusted at the sight of me right now. And all my friends, too.

"No, no." He said quickly, "I was just worried. You scared me, y'know."

His face was blurry but she continued to look at him. Sweet Brett, she thought. Always caring for me.

"Thank you for looking after me." Theodora managed to offer a small smile despite the tears still coming down her face. She was always emotional when she was drunk, so she wasn't even sure what she was doing when she shuffled closer towards him.

"It's nothing. I'll always be here when you need help." Brett said quietly. There was a 0% chance that she would remember this conversation when she woke up but he didn't mind. It's not like it would change anything, anyway.

Before she could help it, Theo leaned forward and kissed him gently.

He could taste her tears as well as the liquor on her lips, and was stuck in the moment for a second before pulling away quickly, ashamed. No, she's drunk and sad and confused. She doesn't know what she's doing.

And that was the truth, she was drunk and sad and confused. Brett stood up quickly, "Uh, I-"

But before he could finish his sentence, Theo felt her mouth water and she started to taste something acidic so she shot to her feet and darted to the nearest bathroom.

Dropping to her knees, she emptied the contents of her stomach and all her bad decisions into the toilet. Brett followed her, scrunching up his face at the act of her vomiting but held her hair back nonetheless.

"You alright?" Brett asked as her head re-emerged and she flushed the toilet.

"Much better." She breathed, her face white. Her head slumped back down on the toilet seat. "I'm tired... Can I sleep here?"

"No, you can't. Here." Brett helped her to her feet, she took a couple of steps but her legs were still weak.

"Can you carry me again?"

"Uh, sure." Brett obliged. His mind was still on the kiss as he carried her back to her room and placed her in her bed gently.

"Night." Theodora sighed, her eyes already closed.

"Night, Theo." Brett whispered, before kissing her forehead and leaving the room.