Basketcase

Drunk and Hungover

Chapter Fourteen

"Ryan, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to drop you, I was in shock but I ain't anymore," I told her observing each step carefully as they carried her into the room.

"Shock?" I cheeked voice echoed, grinning profoundly. My expression dropped flatly, glaring intently towards the speaker, whom silence himself but continued his smug grin. I shifted my attention towards the dazed girl obliviously to reality aching in muffled pain.

"What should we do?" Niall asked standing impatiently and edging towards the scene.

"Get me a glass of water," I insisted, perching her head up with the free ling pillow beside her as her body laid flat.

"Why?" Zayn extended.

"What do you mean 'why'? For Ryan!" I exclaimed. Jesus. Dumb ass.

The boy scattered about the room, eventually funnelling out the opposite door. Only Harry remain, strangely eye something distantly before being interrupted by the trudge of boys entering the room once more. Is he looking at Ryan?

"We got it! We got it!" Lou announced, causally brushing Harry to the side.

"Over here guys!" I called, closing my eyes and opening them while sighing lightly. They twisted there heads my way and Liam stole the cup from Zayn and brought it over to the bedside.

"Thanks," I praised taking the glass from him, our finger tips brushing lightly, shooting a shiver up my spine. Stop it. Stop it now.

"Very welcome," he replied, shooting a smile.

I smiled to myself, blushing lightly, looking back over to Ryan's drunken body; lifelessly lying there before me. "Okay hun, I got you a some water," I whispered smoothly and gently, "And you're gonna drink it, alright?"

Her eyes light open staring at everyone and then donned down, "Okay..." she trailed, dazing mildly, weakly lifting her arm.

I smiled again, pressing her arm back down, "It's alright," I assured her, "I'll bring the water to you," I smiled. She nodded weakly in response, relieving the tension in her arm. She parted her lips and I brought the water up to her mouth until she gulped it all down. I removed the glass and held it out until someone took it. I shifted off the bed and thumped to the floor nearing their gather; Liam held the glass. "Alrighty boys," I announced in a soft whisper, "Ryan needs to sleep now so could one of you tell me where her bed is?" I asked.

They all looked towards each other before directing their fingers to the ground, "What are you people? Sick?" I scuffled, "There is a poor drunk child before you and you expect them to sleep on that dirt rugged floor?"

"No R-"

"-I'll do it," Ryan interrupted, raising her hand and ruffing around in the bed.

"No you stay there," I insisted.

"Yes," she muttered, collapsing back into her rest.

"Look hun, you deserve way better than the floor," I told her, "you should at least have you own damn room that doesn't have Harry's stuff all over the ground... Woah... this place is hel-"

"Shhh..." Ryan interrupted again pressing her finger on my lips, "mama 'll here ya"

I lightly grasped her arm and placed it back onto the bed, "God Ryan, don't do that!" I said.

"Shhush.." she slurred, "Yur gonna get in trouble, mama knows all and hears all."

"Oh Ryan," I laughed, calming into a smile. I wonder if I'm anything like this drunk.