Jealousy. - A Virat Kohli fanfiction. [Completed]

19. Drunk.

Recap~~~~
I stared at him, and he quickly looked away, blushing.

*****

"Again Kohli? Again?" I rolled my eyes and walked off. After a while, Virat came back inside, and sat down next to me.
"Why are you wearing Ranbirs top still?" He whispered.
I looked down and realised I was still wearing the 'RK' top.

"Ugh guys I'm going to get changed into my pjs!" I smiled and ran upstairs. I quickly stripped my clothes off and put on my pyjamas, which was Virats top and shorts. I swear half of my clothes were Virat and Ranbir's.

I walked downstairs, and Virat checked me out as I came and sat on the sofa. We all started talking about a getaway that us and Bhai, bhabhi and a few other players with their wives/girlfriends were planning.

"Guys, there's no point in me coming!" I groaned.
"Why?! Of corse you should!" Yuvi said.
"I mean, you are all going with your girlfriends or wives or whatever, and I'm going to be alone!" I exclaimed.
"Well, not necessarily. You've got Virat.." He winked. "I mean, whilst we're out on our individual dates and double dates and stuff, I'm sure you guys can, you know, do your stuff together!" He smirked.

As he said that, Hazel hit Yuvi. That was funny! But seriously though, ew.

"Ewwww!!!" I said. "No thank you!"
"Why not Jaya?" Virat said with a pout. I gave him a dirty look and pushed his face away.

"Doesn't matter if you don't have a boyfriend Jaya, don't worry, But please still come with us! It will be fun I promise!" Hazel pouted.
I couldn't say no to my best friend.
"Ugh! Just for you Hazel!" I moaned. "Fine!"

Just then I got a text off Virat. He was sitting right next to me, was he that lazy? I looked at me and he smiled. Weirdo.

The text read : 'I'm trying so hard to control myself seeing you like this, God knows how I will react when I see you on holiday😉'

I texted him back, too lazy to say anything.

J - Lol, I definitely know I won't react when I see you, I think I've seen every part of you!
V- Oh, you've only seen parts of me, not how I can act😏.

Woah ok. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. That was a habit of mine now, rolling my eyes, probably because there's so many twats in my life.

Just then, Yuvi poured out a shot and gave it to Virat. He knocked it down straight away, and scrunched up his nose when the taste burnt his throat. Not going to lie, it was cute.
"Too strong for you huh?" I boasted. Virat laughed.
"Let's see what you can do then!" He had declared a shot war. Which I was going to win, obviously.

1 shot down, 2 shots down,3 shots down, 4 shots down. Me and Virat were proper going for it.

"Virat and Jaya I think you should stop now.." Rohit said, worried.
"Tu rendhe." Virat said with attitude. He was already half drunk. One more and he'd be all over the place.

"Normal people carry on speaking English when they're drunk, or Hindi. Not Virat, when he gets drunk, the Punjabi in him comes out." Yuvi laughed.

"Virat, he's right!" I laughed and slouched back down on the sofa. "You're really tipsy as it is!" He made a sad face.
"Please Jaya!" He pouted. I could not say no to that face.
"Whatever. Just don't do anything stupid when you're drunk." I said.
"Yaay!" He jumped up and down like a child, which made everyone laugh.
"Yaar, don't get mad!" Yuvi told Virat. Before he could even finish his sentence, Virat poured out 3 shots and chucked them down in seconds. That left us all in shock. How could he do that, he's so weird.

*****

The night was over, and it was about 3am. Tonight was a blast, we spent the whole night sharing jokes, laughing, we were looking at old photos and videos, it was great.

"So, where's everyone sleeping?" Ritika asked.
"Well, you and Ro can sleep in bhai and bhabhis room, they won't mind, Yuvi and Hazel in one spare bedroom, and Virat in Zivas." I stated.
"Okay!" Rohit smiled.
The 4 of them went to bed, leaving me and Virat alone downstairs.
"Come on then Virat, let's get your drunk self upstairs!" I said, yawning. He just sat there, and put his hand out. Ugh.

I grabbed his hand, and despite all of my strength, I couldn't get him up.
"Ugh, I'll go get Yuvi. Don't move idiot." I walked off.
I ran up the stairs, and knocked on the spare bedroom door. Yuvi opened it.
"Can you get Virat up please?" I rolled my eyes. He came down with me, and Virat was still sitting on the sofa.
"Come on you lazy arse!" Yuvi grabbed Virats arm. He tried to pull him up, but he wasn't moving, so he told me to grab his other arm. Why the hell was Virat so heavy man? Did he have like one too many rotis or something?
"1...2...3..." We managed to pull Virat up, but he was really drunk so he was falling everywhere. We had to take him up the stairs so he wouldn't fall, and once we did, Rohit, Rits and Hazel were standing at the stairs laughing their heads off at the 3 of us.
"Yeah, thanks for helping guys!" I said sarcastically.
"Virat what the hell have you been eating yaar?" Yuvi moaned.

We got to Zivas room, and sat him down on the bed.
Virat groaned really loud.
"Ugh can you shutup please?" Yuvi said.
Virat was falling asleep, sitting up.
"You need to get him in his boxers man!" Yuvi exclaimed.
"Me!!??" I raised my voice. "No, you're his best mate, you can do it, I'm not doing it, I'm a girl!" I came up with an excuse.
"Oh come on, you've seen more than you should have before do it!" Yuvi argued.
"I'm not doing it!" Before I could even finish my sentence, Yuvi ran out of the room and slammed the door. Idiot.

"Ughhhhhh. Ge- get me changed..." Virat stuttered. He was drunk and half asleep.
"Nope you can do it yourself love!" I was about to walk out of the room, but Virat grabbed my arm.
"Please." He looked so tired and done, so I gave in.
"Ugh. Ok. Stand up." I said, and he did what he was told to.
I took his t shirt off, and I got goosebumps when I touched his arms.
I heard Virat chuckle, and in response to that, I put my cold hands on his body, which made him jump. He deserved it. He made me feel so weird. Not going to lie though, his body was amazing.
"Trousers." Virat moaned. Oh no. Not his trousers.
I looked down, and Virat was wearing a belt with his trousers. I rolled my eyes, and started to un buckle his belt.
"I could get used to this." Virat said as if he were completely sober. He laughed. I'd had enough of him today you know. Once I had undone his belt, I took his trousers off. I was about to leave the room, but again he stopped me.
"Jaya." Virat said. I nodded. "Come here. " I did what he said, and stood infront of me. Hmmm. Payback.
I put my hands around his neck, he may have been drunk but he was confused as hell.
"Virat Kohli." I smiled. "You are so handsome."
He laughed. I leaned in to 'kiss' him, but I stopped an inch before his lips.
"Have fun with this Kohli." I said and kicked him in his balls. This was really harsh but he deserves it.

He immediately let go of me, and held his area. I walked out of the room and got into my bed.

It had been a good 10 minutes since I left the room where Virat was sleeping. I was about to put down my phone and sleep, when Virat entered my room in just his boxers.
I looked at him surprised.

"Can I sleep here?" He asked innocently.
"Why?" I asked and raised my eyebrow.
"Beca- because it's cold." He said.
"Yeah, right." I said sarcastically.
He looked at me and made a sad face which I couldn't say no to.
"Ugh fine. Get in." I agreed and he gave me a massive smile. He came in my bed, and lay down next to me and shut his eyes.

When I turned the light off, a thought popped into my head.
"Virat?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He replied in a husky voice.
"Why aren't you pissed off at me?"
"You want to know the truth?"
"Please Virat, do spill the beans" I sarcastically said and sighed.
"Because I love you Jaya. Goodnight, we have a photo shoot in the morning. Be ready." He said. With that he fell asleep.

He loved me. For real.