The player and the shy girl (english version)

Tangled Hearts

"I don't want to hurt you, Emma. I don't know what to do or how to handle this. I'm not cut out for this kind of thing," he replies, setting the empty beer bottle down.

I look at his hand. "What happened to your hand?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just a scratch," he says, glancing at the bleeding marks on his skin.

"Do you want to go home?" I ask, looking at him.

"I want another drink."

"Too bad, the party's over, Lucas," I tell him, trying to convince him to leave.

He looks at me sulkily and heads toward the car.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on. Give me the keys," I say.

He reaches into his pocket and hands them to me.

Well, I guess I should be thankful that I'm about to get my driver's license...

"Get in," I tell him, and he climbs into the passenger seat.

After a bit, I start the car and call to let them know that Lucas is in bad shape and we're heading home.

"Are we there yet?" he asks, looking at me.

"Now we are," I say as I park and get out of the car.

He steps out, and I help him lean on me as we walk inside.

I lead him to his room, and he heads to the bathroom. I hear him throwing up.

I grab him some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Put these on. I'm going to change too, and I'll come check on you," I tell him. He looks at me and nods.

I quickly go to my room, change, and wipe off my makeup as much as I can.

When I'm done, I go to Lucas's room.

I walk in to find him lying on the bed.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask.

"My head is pounding," he replies, and I can't help but laugh.

"Lie down and get some sleep," I say as I start to leave.

"Don't go," he says, and I turn back to look at him.

I sigh and lie down next to him. What am I going to do with you, buddy?

He sees me lying next to him and looks at me.

"You're so beautiful that I want to pin you down and never let you go, but it's too late for you," he says, and I look at him. His last statement makes me smile.

"Go to sleep, Lucas," I tell him, and he closes his eyes, as do I.

POV: LUCAS

I've woken up so many times, throwing up, and my head feels like it's going to explode.

I step out of the bathroom again and see Emma trying to keep her eyes open to check on me.

"How are you?" she asks, her voice so sweet even though she wants to sleep.

"I'm better, you should sleep," I tell her, and her eyes automatically close as her body relaxes.

I look at her. I've done so much to her, and she's still here, caring for me.

I lie back on the bed and watch her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiles, realizing what I've done.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I whisper, and she barely opens her eyes to look at me with her smile.

I caress her cheek, and she moves closer, resting on my chest.

She places one hand on my abs and one leg over mine, while my arm wraps around her waist. I intertwine our hands, one resting on my abs.

She gets comfortable, and sleep takes her over. I close my eyes too.

I wake up in the morning to see Emma still sleeping. I get up from the bed and head to the living room.

I make a coffee and something for us to eat. I start preparing crepes, knowing she'll love them.

When I'm done, I return to my room and see she's still asleep.

I sit beside her and watch her, stroking her hair as she makes a sad face in her sleep.

I gently kiss her lips, then continue to stroke her hair.

Eventually, she stretches and slowly opens her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," I say, and she smiles.

"How are you?" she asks, propping herself up with one hand on the bed.

"Just a headache."

"Why did you drink so much, you idiot?" she asks, looking at me seriously.

She stares at me, and I don't respond. "Okay, don't say anything. The drink pretty much said it all last night," she says, lying back down.

"Wait, what did I say last night?"

"Something that might have made me forgive you for the stupid things you did last night and for breaking the promise," she replies.

"And you broke it too," I say, looking at her.

"At least I didn't go to the bathroom with him," she counters.

"I'm sorry, Emma," I say, meeting her gaze.

She exhales and looks at me.

"It's okay," she says.

"This is why you drive me crazy, damn it. You've got me so out of control, my mind is a mess because of you."

I tell her as she looks at me, not expecting my words.

"And yes, I mean what I say, Emma. It's not the drink talking right now, it's Lucas!"