♡Run Boy Run♡

11 "I don't wanna sleep, I just want you..."

(2:30am)

What has my life come to.

I'm drunk. Sitting on a rooftop. Trying to hold back tears. I can't fucking get him out of my head. It's like the more I drink he's just here with me and nothings helping.

I look down as my legs hang off the edge of the roof. My vision spinning. Oh no. This is bad. This is really bad.

I look to my side seeing an empty bottle of vodka and half empty bottle of wine. I pick up the wine and just chug the rest of the thing back. I might as well get my money's worth.

I cough then wipe the excess from my lips. My body leaning to the side a bit. I don't know if I can walk.

I put the bottle down then pull myself up. Wobbling on my feet. No no, I'm fine. I can walk. This is good. But I miss him. I wanna see him.

'Ouuu I have my phone.' I pull out my phone then look through my contacts. I must have gotten his number at some point.

Oh my god yes! "Tristan Andrews" right here. I stare at the name for a couple seconds, debating if I should actually call him. No no I'll text him.

To: Tristan❤️
Trsitannnnn hiii babyyy

From: Tristan❤️
Who is this?

To: Tristan❤️
Hannahh duhhhh

From: Tristan❤️
Where are you?

To: Tristan❤️
Come heree I miss you

From: Tristan❤️
Hannah tell me where you are, are you drunk?

To: Tristan❤️
As a skunk😂😂
Nooo no im kidding I'm really not I just wanna seee you

From: Tristan❤️
I'm picking you up

To: Tristan❤️
How do you know where I am?

(Read: 2:46am)

Welp I guess he's picking me up.

I step forward wobbling so dramatically oh my god. I can't move my eyes or else everything will start spinning.

Instead of taking things slow, I just try to fast walk, I make it to the stairs. I'm on the stairs. I'm crawling down the stairs. I'm so tired.

This is too much work. I'll just wait for Tristan. I close my eyes, releasing a deep breath as I try to stop constantly feeling like I'm spinning.

***
I open my eyes, immediately feeling safe when I smell Tristan's cologne. I feel the world moving beneath me. Suddenly realizing that Tristan is carrying me up the stairs and sneaking me back into my house.

I tighten my grip on him when he tries to put me down on my bed, making him know I'm awake. "Hannah." He pulls away, looking frantically into my eyes.

"You were sleeping on the stairs, I thought someone drugged you. I'm so glad you're okay." He pulls me back into him as he stands between my legs with me sitting up on my bed.

"I just missed you and everyone was yelling at me and my dad thought I had sex with you even though I didn't but I wish I did." I slur out as I sling my arms around his neck.

"You're such an idiot." He shakes his head, grabbing my arms and pulling them off himself.

"Tristannn, love meee." I shake off the rude comment, reaching out to him again but he backs away towards the window.

"I should go, and you should sleep." He grabs my reached out hand for a second before letting it go again. Making his way to the window.

"I don't wanna sleep, I just want you. Stop walking away." I try to stand up, taking a step towards him and I completely lose the balance in my legs, falling into his arms.

"Hannah stop." He holds me up, looking into my eyes.

"Kiss me." I wrap my arms around his neck again as he drags me back to my bed.

He smirks, amused. "What am I, just some drunk hookup to you?" He teases, sitting me back down.

I smile "C'mon. Just one. Or ten. Pleaseeee." I look into his eyes with my classic puppy dog pout.

He sighs, turning his head, looking away from my eyes. "If you look at me like that again I'll-"

"You'll what?" I interrupt, grabbing his face, forcing him to look at me. "Kiss me?" I smile playfully, squishing his adorable cheeks together. He needs to stop being so moody and just kiss me already.

I gasp as I feel his hands grip onto my waist. He tosses me back onto the bed, climbs over top of me and holds himself up as his face hovers over mine.

I hear my heart hammering against my chest as I breathe unevenly.

His face moves closer to mine, and as I think he's about to kiss me, his hands grip tightly onto my waist as his head moves down next to my ear.

"Mess with me like this again and you'll be getting a lot more than just a kiss Hannah Michelson." He whispers, his breath hitting my ear.

And before I know it, he pulls away from me, gets off the bed and makes his way out of the window. Leaving me completely flustered, and my cheeks burning hot.

I sit up and stare at the window. Closed as if nothing ever happened. "Asshole." I say, frustrated.

A slap happy smile suddenly rises onto my cheeks as I mesmerizingly collapse back into my sheets. Maybe I'll just have to keep "messing" with him.

Xoxo
- h u m b l e 🌺