Manthony ✨

I Love Him

~I LOVE HIM~

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

Short fluff story <3

"Damn, I love it" - Chase Atlantic (DRUGS & MONEY)

~Mitchel~

I come home late from the bar, stumbling through the door, drunk. Clinton is grabbing my arm tightly, making sure I don't do anything stupid. To be completely honest, all I want is Christian. I want to go and sleep next to him, feel his body next to mine; protective and warm. I feel sick and tired and I want my brother to let go of my arm. He takes me to my room and helps me onto my bed,

"Hey, stop," I slur, and he shakes his head and starts taking my shoes off, "Clinton, go away," I feel like a kid when I'm drunk. I just want him to leave so Christian can come over, "Where's Christian?" I ask and he covers me with my blankets, not bothering to take my socks off, 

"He'll be home soon," he says and leaves my room, closing the door with a small smile. I frown and immediately flip my covers off and stand up. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I'm a mess but I laugh anyways, making a silly face in the mirror. I'm drunk as fuck. I use the bathroom and then get in the shower. I shouldn't be in the shower this drunk but I'm not going back to bed without Christian. I wash off and eventually vomit down the drain. I retch until my throat burns from the alcohol. I hear footsteps up the stairs and wipe my mouth, soaping up my body again, not thinking straight, 

"Go away, Clinton," I mumble, and the door just swings open and Christian walks in, "Oh," I say quietly, poking at the soap bubbles on my skin and he opens the shower door and looks at me,

"Mitchel, what the hell is going on?" He asks, grabbing my shoulders, seeming to try and find some sort of sense in my lost state,

"I don't know," my words are a slurred mess and he frowns. He helps me wash my back and my hair. I throw up again and he holds my hair back, rubbing my back. I go from vomiting to laughing to crying and saying I'm sorry in the span of a minute. I'm such a mess but at least he's here, "I'm sorry," I sob and he hugs me even though I'm all wet and he's dry in his clothes. He helps me finish washing off and he takes me to bed after making me brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out. I crawl into my bed and he crawls in next to me. I turn toward him and lay my head on his shoulder as he holds me close and I fall asleep in his arms as he strokes my hair. I love him.