It Started With Pub Golf - Chip

Chapter 17: the hallway

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--Ella's Pov--

"What did I walk in on?" Kelsey says as I hold my head in pain. She picks up the empty bottle of red wine I was cuddling, "Rough night?" She asks.

"Can we invent a Time Machine and go back to last year?" I ask covering my head with my blanket.

"Why so you can be pinning over Chip without realizing it?" She teases making me want to jump head-first out the window, "You should probably go check the front door," she says making me lift the blanket. She holds her hands out and helps me sit up as I groan. The sunlight is blinding me from the curtains I forgot to close.

"Did you order food?" I ask as she shakes her head. I furrow my eyebrows as I see her walk off to her room. I peek out the peephole and see there's nothing there. I slowly open the door and see Chip fast asleep on the floor. He has a bottle of whiskey in his hands. I bend down and push the hair out of his face.

He mumbles something as his eyes slowly open, "Chip, what are you doing?" I whisper as he sighs at the feeling of my hand on his forehead. The bottle falls from his lap spilling on the carpet making him jump. I grab it quickly and cover the top as he rubs his eyes. I place the bottle on the table by the front door and hold my hand out.

"I fucked up. I've been fucking up for months," he says slurring his words. How long was he drinking for? When did he stop?

"Come on," I whisper helping him to his feet. He leans his forehead against my shoulder making me forget about everything he's ever done. He follows after me and sits on the edge of my bed. I walk back into the kitchen and grab a water bottle from the fridge. My heart breaks when I walk back into the bedroom. His hoodie is glued to his head as his body sways from the copious amounts of alcohol in his system.

"Please tell me you didn't drive," I tell him as he shakes his head showing his pockets are empty. He doesn't even have his phone. I walk to my curtains and shut them making the room dark.

"You," he mumbles reaching out to touch my arm, "you're my favorite person. When I saw you and Chris kissing after dinner...I was trying so hard not to shove him to the ground," he says stroking my hair. I kneel down and untie his shoes, slipping them off.

"You're drunk. We can talk when you sleep it off," I tell him as I force him to drink some water.

"No. I'm not drunk," he says rolling his eyes, "I had this speech I was overthinking all night," he tells me as I try to help him stand up, "But then I saw you and I couldn't even think," he whispers. I look up at him and he leans down pressing his lips to my forehead. His arms wrap around me as he sits down on my bed again, closer to the pillows.

"It's time to sleep," I tell him as I run my fingers through his hair. He finally lays down and I can tuck him in. His hands pull at the end of his sweatshirt. He throws us across the room leaving him in his t-shirt. I smile as he covers his head with his hands. I start walking to the door but he tells me to stay. I feel like I didn't hear him right until he asks it again this time looking at me.

I nod my head and crawl in beside him and he immediately cuddles against me. His head is resting on my chest as I rub his back, "I love you," he whispers before passing out. His breathing becomes heavy and I let myself get comfortable with my hands in his hair.