𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐗 || "𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲..."

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The sun has already set, letting the darkness rule over the skies along with its little twinkling stars. However, the stars were not much seen in the naked eye due to light pollution. It was already 11:30 in the evening and the three girls had sat down at their tables, drinking liquor and having fun in the club that they had been to. Y/n was dressed in a skin-tight red dress, with a slit on her right leg, pairing it with golden-coloured heels. She has never worn anything like it yet. She really didn't like it but it was her cousin who dressed her up. Fatima even said that it was to attract men to the club. Y/n, however, finds this idea ridiculous.

Y/n was left behind their table whilst her cousin and her cousin's girlfriend went to the dance floor, dancing along with the crowd. They pleaded for Y/n to come, but she refused. She did quite enjoy this night, even though she is well aware that she only snuck out of the house and surely aware that her mother would throw a fit. But she didn't care, for she clearly had forgotten about him. She was having fun, yes, for she liked the way the heat of the strong liquor went down on her throat and the sound of music that was almost busting her ears. Well, perhaps because she has gotten herself to the point where she's almost drunk. Indeed, it was mentioned that she could drink one to four bottles of liquor, but it seems as though her limits went beyond. However, her consciousness is still with her.

A man sat beside her with a small gap between them. He seemed friendly and like her, he seemed to be someone who had snuck out of the house and was almost as drunk as her.

"Hello, you seem to be alone." The brown-haired man greeted, grinning nicely at her. "I'm Frederick, by the way." He let out his hand, followed by a chuckle.

"Y/n." She shook his hand. "And no, I am not alone. I have my cousin and her girlfriend with me. Although, they were on the dance floor. What about you?"

"I don't feel like dancing either." He chuckled. "My friends just dragged me out of here."

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Marc and Louis managed to take Draco out of his cave. They knew he wasn't doing well and hadn't been outside ever since he arrived. He won't even sometimes open the door for Marc and Louis to his apartment due to the reason that he didn't feel like getting out of bed. So Marc and Louis didn't much have any problem going inside, for they had a spell that could open the door. Perhaps a spell friendly to thieves. This is how they managed Draco to drag him out and go to the club to have him enjoy himself even if it only lasted this evening, or maybe perhaps this could help him cheer up. Though, that is what Marc and Louis thought.

They were sitting a bit far from the table where Y/n sat. Marc and Louis hadn't noticed her, but Draco had been keeping a keen eye on her. He was particularly bothered when he saw her laughing with another man while drinking liquor. He couldn't take his eyes off her. It pained him to see her with another man who could make her laugh like that. Despite this, he couldn't deny that she looked beautiful this evening, as she always has in his eyes. She seemed to glow among the crowd, despite how crowded the room was.

Then there, as she held on to her glass, her eyes found his silver ones, staring so grimly at her as if a sword pierced his heart. But Y/n didn't care, her heart was filled with hatred for the young man, so she tried flirting with the man beside her, wanting to forget the presence of the man who betrayed her, and not to mention, she had clearly gotten herself drunk, even Frederick too.

Both of them couldn't control their actions, jokingly flirting and whispering something funny in their ears. It is as if she's making the blond young man get on his nerves. Marc and Louis were having so much fun that they didn't notice that Draco was already clenching his jaw and fist, staring ever so violently at the young man next to her.

What can this blond man do? Well, there isn't he can do.

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An hour felt like the night had slipped away. The two young men had already gone off to the dance floor with Mrs Lemmington, Louis' wife, who had just arrived from her work. Draco, however, never left where he sat, staring at the two people across him get drunk. However, the brown-haired man has already crashed his head onto the table, drunk by only three bottles of liquor, and Y/n? Well, she continually drank the glass of liquor, feeling the burning sensation down her throat. Her cheeks were already flushed; her eyes felt droopy as if they wanted to shut close; and her head trying its best to keep it still, but she couldn't. She ended up laying her head on the table, and this made Draco's eyes shift from worry to anger.

He stood up from his seat, making his way to her through the crowd — even pushing a lady away, who just tried flirting with him. All that is on his mind is to get her somewhere safe, to prevent her from getting unharmed.

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Draco took her to his apartment. He was certain that if he was to take her home to her mother, she would face any consequences that he didn't want to happen to her. Yes, he didn't care if the consequences may fall on him due to only if he was the one who brought her home to her mother, but he cared for her. He wanted her unharmed.

He laid her down on his bed, tucking her in with his soft grey blanket, then made his way to the kitchen to find a basin for the water and a small towel he would use to wipe her arms and face — and perhaps an extra basin too in case that she'll throw up.

A few moments, he rushed back to his room, only to find her sitting up from the bed, trying to stand up as if she could, but Draco made her get back on the bed as soon as he sat down on the side of the bed, knowing that she has no strength to stand up.

"You can't go home like this, Y/n." There was worry laced in his voice as he swiped strands of her hair from her cheek.

"Draco? Is that you? I think I might be hearing voices." She held his hand on her cheek. "It is you." A tear slipped down from her eyes. "I missed you, truly. Please stay..." She sobbed.

They both got lost in each other's eyes whilst Draco was trying to find a way to answer her. However, as soon as his lips opened, she suddenly felt her stomach swirling, causing her to sit up and making Draco quickly reach for the empty basin for her to vomit. After, she felt her body become weaker whilst Draco wiped her lips with a tissue and she never spoke again, for she was too tired that she fell asleep.

He couldn't bear to see her like this. He felt guilt swirling around his stomach because he knew it was his fault as to why the young lady had gotten herself drunk. Though he knew that she shouldn't be here — or rather, she shouldn't know that she was here in his apartment — once she gained back her consciousness.

So, he reached for his phone at the side table, calling the person who he knew hated him.

Fatima, her cousin.

And once her cousin is here to collect her, she'll tell Fatima to tell Y/n that she was not at his apartment but at her aunt's if she happens to ask about him from her vague memory in the morning.