i took another sip of my drink expecting it to take me somewhere. it took me way to far than i thought. i felt like i wasn't in control of myself. i wasn't drunk, there was no way, i've only had one drink, something wasn't right. i try to find one of my many friends in this sweatshop of a club. and to mention this club was on a cruise ship. a cruise ship with a shit ton of my drunk friends. the first person i laid eyes on that i knew was zion. i stumble through the crowd of sweaty bodies the scene swaying back and forth due to whatever was put in my drink.
i latch on to the mans arm who's as tall as a tree slightly smashing his drink towards the beautifully gorgeous girl he was conversating with. his gaze immediately switches to me with a mix of worryness and disappointment. it wasn't my fault though, the way my body was reacting to alcohol tonight wasn't on purpose.
"zion i'm so sorry t-to interrupt - this but i need help." he shares a smile to the stunning girl apologizing the interruption. i was offended to say the least, i wasn't just drunk again i really needed help.
"y/n you need to stop this, you can't keep getting blackout drunk everytime we all go out, i'm not your fucking babysitter." i can tell he's been holding this in for awhile.
"zion i'm not blackout drunk, i've only had one drink. i think someone put something in my drink. as the night goes on the harder for me it is to even walk. you don't have to be my 'fucking babysitter' zion i just need you to help me to my room. i cant believe you'd think that low of me. we might be on a cruise for brandon's 18th but i'm not that irresponsible. forget it i'll ask someone else."
i stumble away finding one of my friends charlotte, she's super reliable. i explain to her what was going on and i'm pretty sure she was too drunk to understand. surprisingly she wasn't reliable tonight and i assumed everyone else was drunk as well so i ask a couple random guys to help me to my room. i know, not a smart decision but nobody else was helping and i didn't know what to do. they seemed trusting and all i needed was to just get to my damn room. as they each agreed to help they position themselves on each side of me holding up half of my upper body. my vision slowly becoming cloudy and my head was spinning and i felt so heavy and useless. i knew i wouldn't last any longer. i try to make out my room number to them before i crash.
"318. 318." i say.
"what? three what? is that your room number?" one of the guys say.
i nod repeating the number again and they nod along signaling they understand. my eyes progressively fall heavier and heavier until i hear a familiar voice and unfortunately i knew exactly who it was the second i heard it. zion. who else.
"yo what the fuck are you doing. get the fuck off of her i can handle this. trying to take advantage of her and shit i see. fuck off you sick pieces of shit." he yells creating a scene of the four people outside of the club getting food or whatever.
basically throwing me over his shoulder without a word he starts walking to the elevator pressing the button and resting me on my feet which were throbbing from my heels. "zion i am so sorry i didn't mean for this to happen and i know this isn't an excuse but-"
"you don't need to apologize. i should be. this is serious shit y/n and i didn't help you because i'm an asshole. those guys could've put shit in your drink and made you think they'd help you to your room but could've been apart of it and take advantage of you. and if that did happen i could never live with myself." he begins, the elevator door opens with a ding and he slithers his hand on my lower back leading me inside to listen to basic elevator music. and then he continues.
"i watched you leave and then went to go find you because i always worry about you and i saw you with those guys and it looked sus so i put some pieces together and came as fast as i could and i am so so sorry y/n i should've listened to you." he finished and showed those beautiful teeth and his stunning smile that makes my world go round.
i grab on to the metal handles that were provided by the elevator to keep me stable.
"zion it's okay i understand i do get drunk a lot. you had every reason to not believe me. i'm just glad your here now." i slightly smile.
i've always had a thing for zion, always. but i always new there was no shot for me, i mean look at him. and the girls he attracted looked nothing like me. they were breathtaking and gorgeous like himself so i always kept it to myslef but man was he playing with my emotions tonight.
the elevator door opens and he grabs my hand locking our fingers together. just his touch alone made me feel more sober and in control of myself which made me realize what was happening. why the fuck is he holding my hand. he stops at my room.
"318 right?"
i nod.
"where's your key?" zion asks while staring at me. i dig in my purse finding nothing but my credit card, ID and some lip gloss.
"oh shit." i say.
"y/n your kidding right."
"fuck fuck fuck. i must've left it at the club." i say mad at myself for being so stupid. that key was important, my room had all my stuff and i needed to find it soon.
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