Celebrity On The Run | Dolan Twins ✔️

5th chapter

I have been to a lot of parties, clubs were my second home before I literally packed my things and left my old life, one of my other bad habits - drinking to avoid my problems, but I never woke up with such a hangover and without memories.

Two hours, thirty-eight minutes, and a few seconds to it.

That's how long it took Ethan to look for his clothes, before he gave up and eventually borrowed clothes from Grayson.

Pain. My mouth was dry as cotton and my head hurt like hell. I tried to lift it, and the effort left me shaken and nauseated. I satisfied myself with just shifting my eyes around. And every slightest movement seemed dizzy. I was threatened to find my last meal in the near future. I tried to remember last night's events. My last memory was furious Ethan, who rushed into the kitchen and demanded that I return his clothes. Against my will, I grinned amusedly in the memory of his expression and sat down slowly, which I immediately regretted . Everything started spinning and sharp stabbing pain was passing through my head. I quickly laid back on my bed and gasped for air. Why did i do that again?

"Can you stop shaking? You stole my blanked." Murmured a familiar, harsh voice. I screamed softly and rolled over to the other side of the bed, which didn't help me much. "Ouch!"

"Gr-Grayson?!" I whispered in horror. "No, Ethan. I thought you had as figured out by now." Fixed me the person I bumped into when I was trying to get out of bed as far away from Grayson as I could. "What's happening?" Grayson peered out of the blanked, rubbed his eyes, and squinted in the darkness of the room. "Could you kindly shut up and sleep?" Ethan snarled and pulled the blanket closer to himself, revealing half of Grayson's body. He had no clothes on, only boxers. What more could you wish for, right?

"Give me the blanket!" Grayson snapped, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and pulled it closer to him. "Fuck off, Gray." Ethan snapped, clutching the blanket. "Enough!" I shouted, and shivered sharply. Bad idea, very bad. I held my head in my hands and tried to breathe. "Are you okay?" Ethan asked watching me like a predator looking for his prey. "Are you serious?! Nothing is okay!" I whispered, trying to emphasize every word. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?!" I asked. "We're trying to sleep" Grayson yawned, not bothering to look at me. I was taking deep breaths ready to start a speech full of stupid words for which my mother would not be proud of me, but eventually I calmed down and let it be. I was too weak to argue right now. "Fine." I sighed, carefully got out of the blanket and stumbled to the kitchen, wanting to be alone for a moment.

Every step was a challenge for me. Everything was spinning and my brain was refusing to function the way it should. I felt weak, disoriented and confused.

At first glance, the luxury club didn't impress me. It was a place like any other. Dance floor, loud music, hundreds of drunk people, and a totally sexy barman who was probably the most interesting thing about last night, with his dark brown hair, blue eyes and eyebrow piercing. But the boys had fun and they seemed happy, so I didn't say anything, and obediently, under Cameron's supervision, took one shot after another. It's hard to say if he wanted to get me drunk and enjoy me, drunk and chat, or just get drunk.

The world around me fell into the darkness for a moment, stumbling and trying to find support in whatever was near me. I caught something with my hand and pulled it to the ground. The sound of a shattering glass echoed through my apartment, I jerked, and my knees felt wobbly. "I got ya." I heard a voice whispering in my ear. Someone caught me in the middle of the fall, holding me around my waist. With relief I leaned against his chest. It was Ethan, I was so sure I didn't even need my blurred vision, which was slowly going back to normal. "Are you okay?" He smiled at me as I turned around. I just nodded and stood there like a statue with his help. "It was a long night, you should go to bed." He whispered and gave me a slight smile. "I'd love to, but there's barely any free space for me." I sighed and with his help went to the kitchen. I sat down on a chair and put my head on a cool glass table. "How are you feel?" He asked. I smiled faintly. "Great." I mumbled and held my head in my hands.