You & Me ~ MystreetZane x Reader

20. Y/N + Zane

If I knew how much time my parents and I had together, I would have made sure every moment lasted. I would've given them every kiss, every hug, every "thank you" and "I love you," and everything else that made them feel like they had raised their child right.

Today I can't stop thinking about them. Here I lay on my couch, staring at the gray sky through the window blinds. Several unstoppable tears have slid down my face, and a lump had formed in my throat. 

Now that they're both gone, I have many regrets. Back when I was growing into a teen, I was moody and was often in many fights with my mom and dad. I said things to them that I regret greatly, but haven't at the time. Even when I matured, our relationship wasn't anything beautiful, no matter what that photographer said. 

And not once have I said, "I love you." to them. I feel that's the one thing I regret the most. 

Every day, I try to talk to them when I look at their smiling faces in photos, but there's just nothing. No reply. No feeling of relief. Just the same emptiness. 

Out of nowhere, I let out a loud cry. My voice sounded cracked and weak. I couldn't hold it in, and when my voice faltered at the end, my chest hurts, and I take another breath to sob.

(WARNING: the following contains heavy, irresponsible use of alcohol. If you are, in any way, not allowed to view this content, then please skip the next three paragraphs)

I get up and stumble towards the kitchen. I need something to help me calm down. I open the cupboard and push cans and foods aside. Something, something... There.

I pull out a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, open the bottle, and guzzle it down. Not giving a second thought about it and ignoring the burning in my throat. 

I removed the bottle from my lips to take a breath, and I slam the bottle onto the counter. I staggered onto a chair that was thankfully there. My thoughts blur, and all I could feel is the hot tears that still continued to spill from my eyelids. 

Out of my faint consciousness, I hear the doorbell ring. I hoisted myself up from the chair and walked over to the door, leaning on the wall for support. 

When I managed to open the door, I see Zane's face. The little realization in the back of my flipped mind causes me to blush. Great. Now Zane sees how messed up I am now. 

~Zane's POV~

O my Irene. Y/N's drunk. Her face is red, and she looks way more relaxed than usual. What on earth happened?

"Ohh... Sssup, Zane?"

"Y/N, you're drunk..."

"Yah, no crap, crumpet."

"Mhm, okay. We're getting you on the couch to lie down before you do anything stupid."

"Wah, wai-"

I pick her up and carry her over to the couch, then gently plopped her on the sofa. Now what?

She doesn't try to protest or get back up, so we just stay there in silence for a while.

"Sorry." She mumbles, looking up at me. 

"What are you sorry for?"

"I m-must look like a dingussss right now..." 

"You're fine. At least you're talking a little more sober now."

A few minutes passed.

"Kiss me." I hear her say.

My head abruptly turns towards her. "What?!"

She was sitting upright now and leaning towards me with a strange look on her face. "You h-heard mee. Kiss me."

"Why..."

She laughs, then she lifts up her hand to hold the side of my face. "You're cute. I *hic* like you."

My heart skips a beat, and I blush, although I know it's just the alcohol talking. "Y-Y/N, just lie back down..."

"Zaneeee..." She whined drowsily. "I wwant y- *hic* you. I need you. Pleassse... Just once..." Y/N leans towards me until our faces are only centimeters apart. My heart is racing, but the heavy scent of alcohol in her breath remind me that this is wrong.

"Y/N, please stop. We're not doing this."

"Juss one timme... That's iiiittt..." And before I could protest any further, her head falls onto my shoulder.

"Y/N?!"

She replied with a soft snore. She's only asleep. That's good.

Is it? Yes, it is. I thought, shaking my head. I like her, but this is not how I want to be with her.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed her so that she would lie on the couch.

I sat there, thinking of some reason to explain her suddenly becoming out-of-character. Granted, it's only been about a week since I've met her, but this is just not like the Y/N I've met. She wouldn't drink a drop at the party the other night, but she looks like she downed a bottle. Whatever it is, I need to know as soon as I can. 

But for now, she just needs someone to be there for her.

Whoo! Another chapter down! ᕙ( ᵔ ∀ ᵔ )ᕗ 

*Warning* All you childs (???) stay away from drinks like that as much as you can. (I'm still a - somewhat old - child, why am I giving advice...?)

Honestly, I have slight knowledge in how people talk and act like when they're tipsy, so just bear with Y/N's character right now xD

Should I make up chapter names, or keep them as "Chapter #. Y/N or Zane"? Any feedback helps! Just... don't be too harsh ( ¬ ᨎ ¬ )