Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 39.

Chapter 39.

Taylor's P. O. V.

A loud thud resonates against my bedroom door, and I jolt into consciousness. A dark figure stumbles into my room, and before my body can go into panic mode, it speaks.

"Baaaby," his voice is slurred, and he holds his weight up on the doorknob.

"Zach? What the fuck?" I look at the time and it's 12:03 A.M.

I scramble to sit up against my headboard, blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes in the dark. He walks in with dense steps, hiccuping.

"That's me, I'm," he points to himself lazily, and nods.

"Are you drunk?" He laughs at my question, and flops onto my bed, just as I shoot up to stand. I forget that I'm only wearing an oversized t shirt, no pants or bra. It's the least amount of clothes I've worn around him.

He giggles, and my anger has returned. "No, I'm Zach, you just said that." His body lies flat, arms thrown above him, and his chest is heaving. He doesn't take note of my clothing, or lack thereof.

"How much did you drink?" I all but shout, forgetting that my parents are asleep in the other room. His eyes are dark, nothing but a small ring of light blue around his pupils. He shows me three fingers, then turns his palm towards his face, frowning.

"Three, but on both hands, I think." He rubs the back of his hand against his forehead, closing his eyes.

"Where's your phone? I've been calling and texting all fucking night waiting for you and here you show up, drunk as shit-"

"Shhhh, please baby it was an accident, it's, my," His words become mumbled, teetering off.

"Accident? How do you get drunk on accident?" I walk into my bathroom now, leaving the door open so I can hear more of his excuses. I take one of the disposable cups by the sink and fill it with water. I'm pissed beyond words and here I am, still taking care of him.

"Where'd you go? Oh my god! I'm blind, I can't see!"

"Don't yell so goddamn loud," I hiss, peeking my head out the bathroom to see him. He has somehow grabbed tissues from my nightstand and had one laying across his face. I'm torn between drilling him for answers and laughing at his stupidity.

"I'm blind and you don't even care?"

I turn off the faucet, and make my way to his side. "Drink some water," I say, grabbing the tissue off of his face. He blinks rapidly with a pink flush across his face. His lips are red, and he keeps licking them lazily.

"Agua, thank you," he mewls, downing it like he would a shot. I huff and place a hand on my hip. "Why would you drink if you knew you were coming here?"

"Woah, woah, questions are too fast. I," He hiccups, then groans. "My stomach is so empty."

I'm not gonna get any answers from him in this state. I place a hand on his forehead, brushing back the hairs stuck there. His face is warm and he leans into my touch.

"I'll go get you something to eat from downstairs."

"No, don't leave," he has trouble focusing on my face, and I've never seen him this drunk before. I've seen him tipsy enough to where he agrees to dumb shit, but nothing like this. My body betrays me and shudders at his hold on my wrist. "I'll be back quick, no stay here" I add when he tries to lift his torso from his position. I back away slowly from the bed. He lets out another groan, but doesn't move from his spot. I keep my eyes trained on him until I'm out of the room, and head downstairs.