Give me a reason

"Why James?"

We get to the hotel, Justin sprints out of the car, throwing the keys at one of the Parker's, he runs to my side throwing the door open, he struggles trying to get my seat belt out of my tanged and awkwardly positioned body.

He swiftly takes me into his arms and runs inside, people looking at him as if he were crazy. But not approaching him.

"What floor?" He says flushed, walking at the elevator, "24." I reply softly. My throat burning.

We step inside, and Justin slams his foot to his the correct floor button, both his be hands being occupied by holding me.

"Come on!" He shouts once we pass the eighteenth floor, my eyes start to get heavy, "Hey." I whisper, noticing my invisible to his beautiful, beautiful, ears…
Sorry, not the time.

I tap his shoulder the hardest I could, and even then he could barley notice my activity.

"Are you okay?!" He says loudly. I wince at the falsetto of his heavenly voice...

Shit! Doing it again, sorry!

I open my mouth to talk only to be followed by the cramping of my jaw, immediately to be closed. Instantly soothed.

He just looks down at me. Starring into my eyes. Or at least, I THINK he is, I mean.. I could be wrong, kind of have my drunk goggles on at the moment.

"You're eyes are really pretty." He breaks the silence. I respond with a simple slight smile. Starring back into his light but sooooo deep, chocolate brown, stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, sultry, seductive, sex- okay... I'm just going to give up on the whole "Modest compliment" thing. Let's get this thing straight. He's sexy and anyone of us would bang the shit out of him 😊 Unless it's just me.. in that case I sound like a TOTAL whore..

*DING*

Justin shoots out of that elevator like a rocket. "What room???" He says, scanning all of the hotel doors, as if my name was going to be painted in big bold red letters, noting that THAT specific door was mine.

I point to the end of the long, elegant looking hallway. He nods and sleek walks to the very last door. "Key?" He says.

In. My. Damn. Pocket.

I swallow, and force all of my strength into my next move.

"Front pocket." I croak.

His hands fish through the slump pockets of my gray Kimono, pulling it out he unlocks the door to Charlie's room, where I placed my meds.

He slums me down into the deep, soft blue recliner directly in front of the TV.

The white paper pharmacy bag was pretty obvious. He brought the bag over to me, with the instructions stapled on. He read through them so fast I was convinced he was doing what I used to do on exams, look for key words and numbers. And that alone made me nervous.

Got down on his knees in front of me. Dumping the bag full of noisy cylinders onto the floor in front of him, popping the caps off, dumping numerous pills into his hands, looking back at the instructions sheet for reference. He goes into the kitchen searches for a glass and fills it from the tap, walking back over to me, handing me three pills at a time. Over a course of 10 minutes I SOMEHOW manage to take all 12 pills. Fuck me.

I Sit back and close my eyes for a minute or two, or however long it was until the world stopped looking like a fucking kaleidescope.

I raise my eyelids. Meeting a nervous, nail biting Justin. "Well?" He asks impatiently, "I feel better." I exhale, his face breakout with a contagious grin, he attacks me with a hug, I wrap my sore arms around his neck. "Thank you so much." I say he responds with a hug tighter than before.

"You scared the shit out of me." He says in a whiney tone. "I'm sorry." I chuckle a bit. "Don't laugh!" He pulls away, squeezing me by my shoulders. "That shut was NOT funny!" Ironically at the sight of me beginning to laugh he cracks up too XD

"Can you walk?" He asks, standing up, extending a hand, offering me some support up. I take it and he becomes my legs for a moment, once I regain my balance I walk over to the fridge, open it up and take one of the complimentary sodas, waters, beers and the little bottles of whiskey and vodka."Aye! Hook me up!" He howls excitedly, fist pumping my way.

He grabs a beer and a little glass bottle with brown liquid inside, I knew for a FACT tasted like rubbing alcohol. A.K.A. Whisky.

"Um.." I trail. Scanning over his choices. "What?" He questions, twisting the flimsy cap off of the bottle and chugging it straight, that kick back face in full effect. "Not trying to be a mom but do you think that's the best choice for you right now?" I say, trying not to anger him. "What are you? My mom now?" He jokes, playfully playfully shoulder checking me.

"Nooooo." I laugh lightly, "Just with all the drama and stuff." I say honestly, "Yeah well, whatever people want to think are going to think. So whatever." He shrugs with a smile, cracking open the iconic bud light.

I laugh awkwardly, looking down at my feet, but then I stop. And realize. "You are so fucking right." He turns around, and smiles that sexy smirk everyone seems to know.

"I don't know you, but I like you." He tells me, in a calm and relaxed tone. I stand there in awe, "I would like to think that I know you, but I don't. And I definitely like you too."

We stand in front of each other for what seemed like forever.

"Can I ask you something?" He pipes up. I nod instantly.

"Why James?"