When We Collide (Temporarily On Hold)

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The air was electric around us as the elevator lowered. My brain hazy, a combination of the alcohol and everything that is happening.

I knew this would happen.

I wanted this to happen.

Yet something is telling me to stop. I pull away from Finn but his lips stay attached to my skin, moving down my jaw to my neck. The feeling has a moan building inside me.

"I'm gonna be sick" I say right as the elevator doors open.

"Bathroom to the left." Finn's hands fly up in surrender, before I bolt away from him.

It's a miracle that I made it to the bathroom in time to empty the contents of my stomach. I haven't eaten much today, so it was mostly the alcohol.

Once again, I'm reminded I have no money and no job and the nausea washes over me again.

"Brin, you okay?" Finns voice echos in the bathroom and I groan in response.

Throwing up is the most unsexy thing ever and I am a little embarrassed to look at Finn now. My throat burns and i just feel gross. I debate with myself on what's worse, how I look or how my throat feels.

"yeah" I grimace at the hoarseness of my voice

"Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up." he knocks gently on the stall door before pushing it open.

I could have sworn I locked it but I guess my mind was occupied with other things.

"I'm sorry" I mumble, or at least I think I do, as he pulls me to my feet.

His arms are strong around my waist as he leads me to the row of sinks. He leans me against them carefully, watching with a close eye as he takes a few careful steps away to grab a paper towel.

He runs it under the water for a moment, before pressing it carefully to my forehead.

The cool water makes me gasp as my heart clenches in my chest from unwanted memories flooding my mind of the last time someone took care of me while I was sick.

~Flashback~

I love this song! The beat echoing through the room as every one dances with whoever is closest. It's hot with so many people packed into the house and sweat is pouring down my face. But I don't care.

I love this drink! Something called a gum drop. It is sweet and I have had like five or eight, I don't remember - you can't even taste the alcohol!

The guy I'm dancing with pulls me closer until we are grinding against each other under the pulsing lights. His blonde hair clung to his sweaty face and I wonder for a moment if my hair is the same.

"I got you another drink, sexy." He pulls out a red solo cup from seemingly nowhere and I smile as I take it from his hands.

"Thanks!" I stare at him a moment, willing his name to come to my mind but it doesn't. Did we even exchange names?

His blue eyes seem to get darker as his hands roam my hips and the top of my butt, and he grinds his obvious excitement against me even more.

"Nope!" a deep voice sounds from behind me, but I don't bother looking.

The drink is snatched out of my hands and handed back roughly to the guy holding me, before I am yanked out of his arms by my elbow.

"Hey!"  the guy I was with calls towards me.

I look over my shoulder and blow a kiss to him. He looks upset before a dark haired girl grabs his hands forcing them to her hips as her butt grinds against him.

Ew -Whatever.

My gaze looks at the hand that pulled me away and I follow it up the arms to the back of someone who looks familiar from the back, but I can't place him as everything begins to blur.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." The fresh air hits me, but not in time, and I twist to the right, emptying my stomach on the porch.

"God Brin. What the hell were you thinking?!" He yells as I continue heaving.

"What?"

"Do you even know what you had to drink?!" The voice sounds familiar as I stand to face him.

"Declan?" He slaps his hand to his forehead, slowly dragging it down his face.

"I'm taking you home. Let's go." he begins to pull me down the porch and through the yard to a car.

"No! I don't want to go!" I try to yank my arm out of his grip but it doesn't work. I just want to go back and keep dancing.

"Brin you are completely wasted. I don't care what you want. Get in the car!"

He opens the door, but I resist as I try to get back to the party.

Declan practically pushes me into the car, buckling my seat belt for me. I press my head to the cool glass of the window as Declan gets into the drivers seat.

"Come on." Declan groans as he pulls me out of the car, and lifts me bridal style.

Did he even start the car? When did we arrive?

"I can walk" I mumble, but Declan doesn't respond as he fumbles with the door handle.

The soft plush of my bed hits my back and an unknown noise escapes me in approval.

I love my bed.

I feel a tugging at my feet and peek through my lashes to see Declan tugging off my boots and tossing them to the floor.

I watch with half open eyes as he leaves the room, coming back a minute later with a bowl and wash cloth.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says softly. Even in my state I pick up his disappointment.

"I don't need you to take care of me!" I whine.

"Stop being a baby, Brin." He begins to wipe the warm washcloth over my eyes.

He sweeps carefully over my skin, like I am made of glass and just need to be clean. I watch as the washcloth leaves my skin with smears of makeup and he wrings it away in the water.

Guilt floods through me. He is taking care of me when I don't deserve it. He has always looked out for me.

"I'm sorry Declan." I whisper as he brings the washcloth back again, wiping off the mascara.

~End flashback~

I pull away from Finn with a jolt, as tears flood my eyes at the memory. He looks confused for a second probably worried he did something when it wasn't him, it's me.

"I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go to my room."

"I'll help yo-"

"No it's fine." I wave him off, slowly pushing off the sink that was practically holding me up.

"Brin, I am not letting you go back alone, what kind of guy would I be. Now what room?" His arm secures around my waist again.

Reflex kicks in and I grab a fist full of his sheet as he helps me out of the bathroom towards the elevator.

"528"

"Alright, your chariot awaits." He presses the button before the elevator doors open.

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