Off Limits ( READ THE NEW VERSION OUT!!! )

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 |11|

                      

                     Two weeks later.

4:05am

I yawned and kicked the door behind me shut. I stretched out my stiff arms and pulled the hoodie off.

"Zade?" I called out and walked through the apartment and flicked the lights off.  For some reason, all the lights in the house were on, at four in the morning.

"Baby? Is that you? Ah—shit." He yelled and then the sounds of pots and pans falling on the floor echoed.

"Sorry." I whispered and flicked the lights back on and rushed towards the kitchen.

It was ironic really, the girl rushing towards the noise to investigate instead of running away. It was one of the reasons I would be the first killed off in a horror movie, I was too nosy.

I stopped and glanced down at Zade who laid on the floor with pans scattered around him, grunting and holding his head in pain.

"Oh my god Zade." I held my stomach trying to prevent myself from laughing but ended up wheezing before laughter filled the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" From the looks of it and from the dishes piled in the sink he was trying to cook.

Which was ridiculous. Zade didn't know how to cook.

"I was hungry." He eyed me with bloodshot eyes from the floor. I frowned and studied his eyes before glancing down at the watch resting upon my wrist.

4:06 am

"Are you drunk? At four in the morning."

"What?" His body shot up from the floor. "Don't be ridiculous." He walked out of the kitchen and ran—face front into the wall with all the lights on.

I winced in pain for him and rushed over to his side. "What's the matter with you?" I turned his face in my direction and rubbed my fingers over the red circle forming on head, he winced.

"N-nothing." He walked away again with his words slurring. I frowned at him and watched him walk lopsided.

"Listen if you're drunk that's fine." I scratched my head, annoyed with the fact he lied to face when I could smell the faint traces of whiskey on his lips.

And, the fact he couldn't walk in a straight line. Something must have happened for him to get this drunk, I've never seen him like this before.

I ignored the fact he lied and decided to deal with it later. "If you're not drunk and nothing is wrong then why did you call me to come over?"

Not that I believed him, about him not being drunk but I decided to humor him to find out what's wrong.

"It's stupid. Forget it." He huffed and walked straight into the wall again.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist and carried—dragged him towards the zebra printed couch.

He slumped back on the couch and tried to keep his eyes open but they rolled shut.

Yeah, he was wasted. At four in the morning, for what reasons I didn't know. But I could smell the faint traces of whiskey on his lips.

"Nothing is more stupid than waking up your girlfriend, the person whom you just talked to less than six hours ago." I bit the words out.

I didn't mean for my words to come out harsh. But they had, I wasn't a morning person and I wasn't the kind of person who could fully function in four hours or less.