Eddie's POV:
The Boys and I are at the club having a few drinks to celebrate Josh hitting 10 million subscribers, which is an amazing goal. I'm so proud of him. I stuck with Juicy the whole time as he gets the most drunkest out of all of us. He already has had five drinks and is wasted. I lose my sight on him and can't find him. I turn towards the bar and see a creepy old man trying to hit on him while he's wasted. I could tell this wasn't going to end well. I ran towards the pair and told the older man something. He looked like he was in his forties but still creepy. Juicy is still in his twenties. "Excuse me. What do you think you're doing with him!?" I yelled over the loud music to try and stop whatever he was going to do with my best friend. "Oh, don't worry. He's safe with me. I'll take very good care of him." He says both to me and Juicy. My stomach instantly dropped to the floor, and I felt sick. "Uh no. He's with me, and you should let him go before something bad happens to you." I warn him. He doesn't listen. "Oh, don't be silly, young man. He's with me and is going to have a good time, aren't you?" I had the urge to punch this fucker. My fists were turning white from how hard I was trying not to punch him and make a scene. "Let him go, or else I'll call the cops." I threatened pulling my phone out and dialling them. "No. I already told you. He's with me." He says, not letting go of him. I couldn't take it anymore. I punched the shit out of him and brought him to the floor, but I still kept punching him. I didn't realise what was happening around me, but I felt myself being lifted off the ground by Mully and the rest of the boys with scared but worried faces. The guy was passed out cold. I probably killed him, but I don't care. I'll do anything for Juicy. Speaking of, he was wasted in Narrator's arms. "Eddie!? What the fuck happened!?" Josh asks me. "That dude tried to take Juicy under the influence and do something I do not want to find out. So I had to stop him." I spit on his unconscious body and walked towards Juicy, making sure he was alright. "Juicy, are you okay?" I say, wrapping my arms around him. He doesn't say anything as he probably doesn't remember from how drunk he is. He just nods his head to the question and hugs me back, enjoying the moment. "I'm just glad you're safe with me. Not that creepy asshole." I reassured giving him a kiss on the forehead. I took him outside to have some fresh air, knowing that he needed some. We both sat down on the stairs at the front of the place. "You feeling better now?" I asked him my arm around his waist this time. "Yeah, I am, actually." He replies, resting his head on my shoulder. "So can you explain to me what actually happened back there, if you can." I say. "I don't remember much, but I saw this older man walk up to me and kiss me in weird ways to try and hit on me. He even tried to get me to come back with him to do God knows what. Obviously, I said no, even though I was drunk as shit but he didn't care. He still did it. So I thought I was going to get raped and wanted you to be here with me, but I couldn't find you at all. And after that I don't remember." He explains. This makes me sick to my stomach. How could someone even have the intention to unconsensually have sex with someone while under the influence. It's disgusting. "Well, I'm glad you're safe with me now instead of that creep." I say tightening my grip around his waist. "Where even he is now?" Oh shit. He doesn't know that I beat the guy up. "It doesn't matter now. He's gone somewhere else." I make up a lie on the spot so he doesn't get mad at me. Juicy never likes when I get into physical fights because he worries that I might get hurt. But the guy wasn't expecting me to do that so he didn't throw a punch once. Probably because I was beating the shit out of him and he didn't have a chance to. We sit there for a few minutes before telling the rest of the boys we were both going back to the hotel for some rest. That guy nearly wanted me to kill him but I stopped myself. At least I protected Juicy from whatever the hell he was going to do with him. I don't want to think about it. He's safe now. With me.
