Innocently in love

No sleep

Imaan get's to my place in a heartbeat, and we get ready together. 

I'm doing my makeup and she's focused on her hair. She looks at me. 

"What made you want to go out right now? Stressed because of work?" She asks. 

"I guess so. I just needed to relax a little. Plus, I missed you." I smile at her. 

Imaan is someone I can always rely on, she's always been there for me in the hardest moments of my life and I've always been there for her. We met back in high school and started a design club together, and then both us attended NYU and FIT with full rides. Although we grew up with opposite financial situations, she always understood me and never made me feel less. 

We both finish getting dressed and head out the building to her car, quickly we arrive at the club. 

It's a Friday night, so the club's packed with people. This was exactly what I needed, although it was hectic this was my way of de-stressing. 

As usual, we head to the DJ booth first because Imaan has a fling going on with the DJ. While she's with him I go to the bar to get us drinks. As soon as I sit down on the stool I see a familiar face. 

Kento... and Antonio? 

They don't see me initially, so I take it as a sign to hide myself. I talk to the bartender, requesting a bottle of Tequila, as soon as it's in my hands I run towards Imaan. 

"We need to leave, find another club or something." I whisper to her.

"Why?" She yells into my ear.

"Imaan my fucking boss is here. We need to go." 

She laughs. "He probably won't even recognize you. I've seen how different you look in work clothes." 

I lead her to a sitting area away from the commotion, and we drink to our hearts content. The sitting area is across where the bar is, so I doubt they'd be able to see me. 

. . . 

30 minutes later, I'm drunk to the point where I can barely stand. 

Imaan's passed out on the sofa, and her DJ boyfriend is taking care of her. I needed more drinks so I got up, and waddled towards the bar, completely disregarding the fact that Antonio might as well still be there. 

I sit down on a stool and talk to the bartender. 

"Three shots of... of..." I stop. "of Vodka." I can barely make out any words. I knew that I don't hold my alcohol well, so I shouldn't have drank so much. 

"Diaz...?" I hear a voice say from beside me. 

"Oh! Look who it is." I smile. "Hello Mr.Bitchi. I don't have to call you sir, right? Can't I just call you... call you Antonio? We're outside of work hours, after all." I giggle, hiccuping in between words. 

He's at a loss for words. "Elena." He speaks my first name with such elegance. "You're drunk. Do you want me to take you home?" 

"No." I stand up, and down the three shots that were meant for both me and Imaan. 

I walk away from the bar before Antonio grabs my arm. 

"Let me drive you home. I haven't drunk anything... I'm just watching over him." He motions towards an unconscious Kento. 

"My friend..." I stammer. "She's gonna drive me." I move his hand away from me, and try to walk towards Imaan, who's gone. "What? She left me." I pout, sitting on the sofa. 

"Diaz. You're drunk. Let me take you home." He leans down, his arm on the headrest of the sofa and eyes on me.

I shake my head no, and before I can protest again, he picks me up. 

"I'm being kidnapped, help me." I whisper, the words barely making it out of my mouth. 

He carries me out of the bar and places me into the passenger seat. He leans over me, to tie my seatbelt and we're face to face for a second. 

It might just be because of the alcohol, but I need him in this moment. I lean closer and he quickly pulls away, almost hitting the car door as he moves his head out. He goes back inside and drags Kento into the backseat. The first stop he makes seems to be Kento's house, dropping him off, he then focuses on taking me home.  

When we get to my building. He stops for a second, looking around his car for something before he finds a grey zip up. He wraps it around my thighs, which are exposed because of my dress, and picks me up. he carries me out of the car and into the lobby, we make our way into the elevator, he's still carrying me, holding a firm grip onto me. 

"What floor?" He asks. 

"I don't know." I groan. "I don't want to go home, I just want to party." 

He places me down, and moves to the corner of the elevator. I stare at the buttons for a second before pressing a button. 

We get to the desired floor, and I lead him to my room. "This one." I point. 

"And your lock combination?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. 

I cover my hands while im typing in the combination, not letting him see. "1214" I whisper to myself. 

"What, is that your boyfriends birthday?" He rolls his eyes.

"It's mine." I whisper. The door unlocks and I don't step inside, instead I stare at him. 

"What, something on my face?" He places his hand in his pockets. 

"I'm sober now." I say. 

I lean in, and kiss him.