one time, one time, one time

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*song above: stay away from my friends by pierce the veil*

EMERALD'S POV::

"Sh*t, I still can't believe this is happening though!" Justin grinned.

"Calm the f*ck down man, it's only the first day." I laughed.

We had just had our first day of recording in the studio in Manchester and we were all pretty damn excited. We were all sat up in our hotel room having a few drinks to celebrate but in all honesty it'd turned into a full-fledged party, with only five people.

The rest of the guys were okay because they were all 18 and of the legal age to drink so none of the managers had questioned it but I was only 15. I didn't exactly look my age, I looked older if anything, but the music producers obviously knew my age so when we said we were going to have a few drinks they got a bit concerned.

We just shrugged it off and left the studio though. I'd lost count of how much I'd drank so far, it was probably way more than any adult should have, let alone a teenage girl.

"Emerald? You don't look so good man..." Gabe trailed off.

"I'm fine, seriously." I waved him off although my speech was really slurred.

All the guys gave me concerned looks that I could barely see from my blurred vision. I lifted the beer bottle in my hands to my lips to take a gulp.

I dropped the bottle and stumbled to the bathroom, lifting up the toilet seat and dropping to my knees as I felt bile rise in my throat. I heard someone come in behind me and hold my hair back and place a comforting hand on my back.

"Jack, call an ambulance." I barely recognised Justin's voice but figured out he was the one who had came in to hold my hair.

"Is she alright?" I heard Gabe ask.

"No. She's shaking, she's freezing cold and she's sweating like she's having withdrawal symptoms." Justin sighed.

I could hear Jack out in the other room talking to the ambulance on the phone. I felt tears rolling down my face as I sat backwards and practically fell into Justin's lap.

I didn't even protest like I normally would when he pulled me into a hug to comfort me. I buried my face in his shirt and sobbed.

"It hurts Just." I cried.

"I know, you'll be fine when the ambulance gets here. I promise."

The last thing I heard before I passed out was the faint noise of sirens in the distance.

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