Bound by freckles (Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley x f!MC modern AU)

20th Chapter - Anxiety

"Caels, you can at least drive an automatic transmission, can't you?", Garreth asked me as we paused in a service area outside Glasgow.

"More bad than good," I answered truthfully. "After all, the roads are pretty empty and I really need a break. Can you take over?" "Can't you make it home? You can sleep it off then, can't you?" "No. We'll pick up that cute retard and get back on the road before he finds another excuse.... ...and besides, I'm worried about him."

"Garreth, you can't still drive all the way to Exeter!" "Yes I can, and besides, if you take over for half an hour now and then, I can have a break. And if we sit down in a McDonald's afterwards, I can get some sleep there too. Don't worry about it, sweetie." "And I'm supposed to drive there now? Without a licence?" "Yes, if you feel confident enough to do it. Otherwise I'll do the three hours." "No, I'll give it a try. I've driven Dad's car secretly enough times, haven't I?", I laughed and sat down in the driver's seat, arranging my seat.

"But if we get caught, you'll have to pay my penalty," I said as Garreth lay down on the back seat, "Sebastian can do that then. He'll have to pay me for the wasted petrol too."

A moment later Garreth fell asleep. I drove off, feeling unexpectedly confident behind the wheel. I took another break, during which I let Garreth sleep, bought myself another energy drink and drove through to Inverness, where I woke Garreth.

He was quite delighted that I had such confidence in myself.

By now it was 11:45 pm and we saw from downstairs that the TV seemed to be on in Sebastian's living room.

Annoyed, we looked at each other and went into the house and finally into the flat.

When we entered the flat, it smelled really unpleasant and from the living room we heard noises that confused us a lot. A snoring and a moaning.

Cautiously, we walked through the hall to the living room and looked at each other in shock at the sight of Sebastian.

He was lying asleep on the sofa. A bottle of whiskey in one hand, his penis in the other. On the TV was the video he had made of us, and on the black and glass living room through was clearly some powder being processed.

When we entered the living room, the smell got worse until we understood where it was coming from. Apparently he had dropped a lit cigarette, which had burnt a bit into the faux leather sofa.

"What an idiot!" said Garreth angrily, and went into the bedroom to pack Sebastian's things.

I went to wake him up, and saw that he seemed to have vomited a little in his sleep as well.

"You really are a complete idiot," I said quietly and realized I was starting to cry. I wondered why he didn't just accompany us. Was it really because he was afraid to drive? Did he not want to be a burden to us? Did he just need a break from us?

I put my hand on his cheek. His cheeks were also a little red. Was that from some kind of drug, or had he been crying?

I fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom and tried to wipe away a little of the, thankfully, lump-free alcohol vomit. Apparently he hadn't eaten anything after our breakfast either.

After a while Garreth came out of the bedroom with a pair of massive handcuffs. He put them on Sebastian, and gave him a light slap to wake him up.

"Sebastian, you moron, wake up," Garreth said, annoyed. Sebastian, however, was obviously still far too drunk to understand what was happening around him.

Garreth pulled him up as Sebastian opened his eyes a little, "What are we doing? Do you want sex?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "No, Seb. We're going on a Christmas holiday.", I said quietly as Garreth continued to pack his things.