I'm Yours (Book One in the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 17

The bouncers have finally gotten him outside. It's taken some time. Passing out in such a confined space makes you difficult to pick up. But they managed it, and we're now sat outside on the grass behind the building. They said that we can stay there as long as we like, as long as he doesn't cause any more trouble. I seriously doubt Glen will be capable of anything else tonight, let alone troublemaking.

I've sent Rich and Dillan back in. I don't want them to worry any more than they already have. I can take care of Glen from here. I'm sat with my back against the wall, holding him between my legs. He's slumped over his knees, snoring drunkenly.

I'm still surprised none of the crap has come back up yet. I can't really move him until he lets it out. Don't want to risk getting in a taxi and having him spewing up everywhere...

“What the fuck d'you think you're doing?!”

Shit. I forgot about Nick. I look up and see him storming towards me. Dillan and Rich are following behind him, trying to outrun him.

“Why are you with him?!” he yells. “I told you not to go near him!”

“Look at him Nick,” I say. “You can't expect me to just leave him.”

“Yes I can!” he snarls. “And you're going to! Get up! Now!”

“No.”

“Don't you speak back to me,” he hisses. “Get. Up. Now!”

“He's my best friend, Nick,” I snarl. “And he needs me. I won't leave him.”

Dillan and Rich finally make their way to us. They stand between us, blocking me from him.

“Back off, Nick,” says Rich firmly. “Just go.”

I can see Nick is seething. I'm going to get it later. But right now, I don't care. All I care about is Glen, and making sure that he's going to be okay. My eyes burn through Nick's skull. I will not move.

Eventually, he curses loudly and leaves angrily. I breathe a sigh of relief and look at the boys in gratitude.

“We'll go make sure he doesn't kill someone,” says Dillan. “You'll be alright with Glen?”

“Yeah, I've got him. Thanks.”

“No problem,” says Rich. “Get him back safe.”

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I'm not really sure how long I've been sat here. Minutes, hours; I don't suppose it really matters. I'll be here as long as it takes.

I'm actually quite grateful that Nick forced my into these clothes. Keeping me pretty damn warm right now, along with Glen's body heat...

Glen shifts slightly. I know what's going to happen, and I'm not quick enough. Before I can help him, he throws up all over his legs. Before he has a chance for a second heave, I twist him around so that the next lot goes on the grass by his side. He will be so mad at himself later, throwing up all over his new jeans...

I hold his head still while he's sick. He's so warm. I suppose that's what drinking the amount he did does to you. I wonder how much he drank? From the looks of it...

He finally stops and falls against my shoulder. He mumbles something incoherent and falls back to sleep. I grab his sleeve and wipe his mouth. I'm going to leave him to it for a while. He's gotten the majority of the crap out I think, so pretty soon I will start thinking of waking him up. But for now, he can sleep.

What in his right mind was he thinking? I don't even know how he managed to drink himself into such a state. I've seen him drunk, but this is different. He has never done this before. One of the things he's most proud of. 'Emie, I have never, and will never, drink myself into such a state that I pass out in public. It's humiliating and degrading.' That's what he told me. And now look at him. Sick all over his clothes and passed out in my arms outside the Student Union.