You Make Me Crazier | lrh

Chapter 17: Drunk Actions

Olivia POV

Calum was right, pub crawls are the best, we had been to at least 5 different places and someone had to do a dare at each one.

Calum just did a handstand on the bar and nearly got chucked out, it was my idea. Ashton needed to charm security so we wouldn't get thrown out.

"Right, so they agreed to let us stay if we chill out for a bit, so only truths instead of dare for now?" Ashton chuckles, throwing his arm around Tessa. Everyone laughs and we find a booth to sit in.

I've probably had more to drink than I should have, but it meant I haven't thought about Will all night and actually enjoyed being with my friends.

"Right LIV's first since she came up with the last dare!" Calum says pointing across the table at me.

I roll my eyes, "Fine fine, I guess I will go first..." I chuckle.

Calum suddenly has a massive smirk on his face as if he knows something everyone else doesn't, "so since we haven't seen you for like 9 months, what was your most embarrassing moment while you were in England?"

I shoot a glare at Calum and put a hand through my hair, "Half of you guys already know the story though..."

Claire smirked, because she already knows my answer, "You still have to tell the story..." she giggles along with the other girls.

"ugh... fine..." I chuckle sipping my JD coke, "Well...there are a few because it's me but I think the one Calum is asking about is the incident from Feb-" I stop mid-sentence when I see the one person I never wanted to see today, Will. My smile immediately disappeared and I froze.

"What's that little shit doing here..." Mikey says starting to get up, Claire grabs his arm to stop him, muttering something about us avoiding drama.

"Liv, are you ok?..." Claire says, turning back to me and reaching for my hand.

I consider how quickly I can escape, and if Will would see me if I did. "I'll be back in a sec..." I say, letting go of Claire and sprinting to the door of the bar before Will can see me.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I feel like my world is caving in, and everything is weighing on my chest, and I can't breathe. why the fuck is he here. Did he follow us, is he stalking me now?

I feel like everything is going at 1 million miles an hour, and I'm pacing back and forth in an alleyway hoping that everything will just stop.

Suddenly I run into something, or someone and panic thinking it's Will and before I can register who it is my fist hits the figure in the face. Once my eyes refocus, I realise it's Luke.

"Fucks sake Ortega!" he grumbles rubbing his cheek.

"shit shit shit" I mumbled, continuing to pace back and forth.

he quickly grabs my shoulders, "Hey, hey you're ok, everything is going to be ok, you just need to breathe." he says holding me still.

"b-but H-he why was he..." I mumble about not being able to get the right words out.

He pulls me into a hug to try and calm me down some more, "You need to breathe Liv, breathe in... breathe out... You're going to be ok..."

My breathing starts to slow down a bit, "I-i just wanna go home now please...." he nodded, and hailed a cab for us both to get home.

The whole way home he is either holding my hand or has an arm around my shoulders, just to be there for comfort more than anything. I saw him send a message saying that I was ok and he was going to take me back to the Flat.

I didn't even realise how much of a mess I am until we went into the apartment and I practically sprinted out of the cab so I could be sick. Luke followed soon after to hold back my hair. "Come on, you let's get you to bed..."

"Hemmings, I'm fine, really...'' I mumble, trying to get him to let go of me.

He looks down at me suspiciously, "do you really expect me to believe that?"

I simply stick out my tongue and lean my head on his shoulder, unable to stand up straight, "No, but it was worth a shot..." I chuckle.

We eventually got up to the flat even if it took about half an hour. "how the fuck did you trip over a flat surface..." Luke says slightly bewildered by my clumsy ness. I managed to trip over nothing and get a slight carpet burn on my forehead.

I roll my eyes as I sit down rubbing where I hit my head, "Shut up! You already know how clumsy I am...." I giggle as I get comfy on the sofa.

"I love your giggle, you don't giggle nearly enough", he chuckles, handing me a glass of water and a blanket, knowing I wouldn't be able to get up the ladder to my bed tonight.

I giggle, smiling up at him, "You're cute sometimes...." I say before I can stop myself.

He smiles, and it looks genuine as if he isn't hiding anything, "you're cute all the time..."

I roll my eyes thinking of all the things Will has said to me in the past few weeks, "No, I'm not..." I mumble picking at my nails.

He shakes his head and tilts my head up so I'm looking at him, "stop putting yourself down. You're beautiful. Stop thinking about what that piece of shit has said to you." he says firmly to make sure I listen.

How does he always know what to fucking say to get me out of my dark twisty spiral?

I'm not thinking straight, we are both drunk, but before I can stop myself, I lean up and kiss him. He kisses back, his hand going through my hair and holding me closer. I can feel the fire run through my body like it's the first time again.

What the fuck am I doing!

Before it can go further than kissing, I pull away, "You should go...." I mumble, moving to get up.

"Um.. sure...did I do something wrong?" he says, obviously confused but gets up anyway.

"No..." I say, ushering him out of the apartment. I don't know what I was thinking about kissing him like that.

"Just leave. This never happened." I say before closing the door.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

This can't happen.

I'm meant to be over him.

Why am I so stupid to get drunk and kiss him like that...