Queens

Twenty-Eight.

Ally's POV

I know that I promised to never give up on Y/N but I had to teach her a lesson. Now I'm starting to regret that decision. Zayn left her and now her parents are starting to give up on her. I just can't give up on Y/N like that, not after all she's done for me and my family.

Yesterday was Thanskgiving and the Y/L/N's invited us over for dinner, everyone was there except Y/N. I weren't to her house afterwards but I didn't get an answer. I stayed up all night calling and texting her but I didn't get any answer. So I'm at Y/N's house again today to see if she's alright. I even baked her some chocolate chips cookies. Zayn told me where Y/N keeps her spare key and the code to her alarm system. When I walked in the house it looked kinda messy. There were liquor bottles all over the place, the curtains were closed, and she had her pill bottles laying around.

"Y/N it's Ally. Where are you?" I asked.

I didn't get a response. I went into the game room, the movie theater, and the recording studio and she wasn't in there. Then I walked upstairs to the bedroom, I slowly opened the door and Y/N was laying face down on the floor. I quickly ran into the room and went over to Y/N. I flipped her over and checked to see if she had a pulse. Y/N had a pulse but it was very faint. I saw this on tv once so I know what to do. I grabbed Y/N by her long arms and dragged her into the bathroom.

I put Y/N in the shower and turned on the cold water. "Y/N please wake up." I said.

Y/N gasped and started coughing. She started swinging her arms as if she was drowning. "Ally what are you doing here?" Y/N asked.

"I'm here to help you out." I said.

"I thought you'd given up on me." Y/N said.

"I did for awhile but I realized that wasn't right. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to get out of these wet clothes, I'm going to cook and clean for you, then you and I are going to have a long talk." I said.

"Okay."  Y/N said.

I helped Y/N stand up and she began stripping. I started in her bedroom and picked up every single liquor bottle that I could find. I'm surprised Y/N's liver hadn't given up on her because she drinks alcohol like its water.  I went downstairs and did the same thing. It took me almost an hour to restore Y/N's living room back to its former glory. Y/N came downstairs dressed in some joggers, tube socks, a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie,and she had this thick blanket wrapped around her.

"I'm burning up just you looking at you right now." I said.

"I'm about to freeze my ass off." Y/N said.

"Are you coming down with a cold or something?" I asked.

"No, it's withdrawals." Y/N said.

"How long have you been off those pills?" I asked.

"T-T-Two days." Y/N said.

All I could do was shake my head. Y/M has officially let herself go.

"Just lay down on the couch while I make you some soup." I said.

I went into the kitchen and got the things out of the refrigerator I needed to make Y/N some chicken noodle soup. Every couple of minutes I would go back in the living room to make sure that Y/N was okay. After the soup was made I fixed Y/N a bowl and took it into the living room. By this time Y/N was wearing only a sports bra and her joggers. The withdrawals were really starting to kick her ass. "Eat your soup it'll make you feel better." I said as I hand Y/N the bowl.