Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

Drunk - Chris Cornell

"Come on, Chris!" I yell, pulling on my boyfriend's arm. I've been trying to get him out of this damn club for the past 20 minutes, with no success.

He sniggers, "You're so funny, babe."

I love him, but he can be so annoying when he's drunk. It's like he's a child again. "Chris don't be so annoying. Just come home with me."

The guys he's with start laughing at my attempts to get Chris out of there. The fact that they're just as drunk doesn't help the situation.

Suddenly Chris shifts all his body weight on me. I can barely hold him, but then I fell a pair of hands helping me. Chris' head snaps up with an angry expression. "Get your hands off of my girl, man."

I turn my head to see Eddie standing beside me, making sure Chris doesn't fall again. "Shut it, Chris. He's only helping me 'cause you're being an annoying ass." I snap, getting very annoyed with Chris. He should know his limits, but he doesn't.

"Take him home with you, then." Chris says, his drunken state very noticeable.

I scoff. "Get yourself together, Chris. This is your last chance to come home with me. If you don't come now I'll leave you here and you can figure out yourself how you're getting home.

Eddie, who's still standing beside me, is definitely taken aback by Chris' comment about him and I.

Chris doesn't say a word and just laughs drunkenly. "Alright, I'll see you." I say and let him go, which causes him to almost lose balance and trip, but Eddie catches him.

"Come on, dude. Don't be such a prick. Just go home with her, she's only doing it for your own good." I hear Eddie say while I'm making my way towards the exit of the club.

When I'm standing outside, I realise we came here with Matt. But Matt's already gone home, so I guess it'll be a walk home.

"Need a ride?" a voice behind me asks. I turn to see Eddie with Chris all over him standing there.

I chuckle at the sight: A tall man with his weight all over a fairly small man.

"That'd be great, thanks Ed." I say and help him to get Chris in the backseat of his car. I sit beside Chris, in case he needs something, or something goes wrong.

He's probably realised he was being an ass, 'cause his expression isn't the same as before. He's suddenly pretty serious.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour, (Y/N)." he says with his gaze fixed on the ground.

I shrug it off, not really in the mood to talk to him any longer.

Chris turns to face me, "I shouldn't have gone so far. I should've listened to you when you first told me it was enough."

I finally snap my head up to meet his gaze, all the frustration and anger coming out. "But you didn't, Chris. It's always like this. You should learn to control yourself and if you can't do that, at least listen to me when I tell you it's enough. You always apologise afterwards, but I'm done with all the apologies. If you are always so sorry about it, why don't you change something about it?"

He looks down again and whispers, "I don't know."

All the emotions are getting to me too quickly and a tear escapes from my eye. Right at that moment Chris looks at me, guilt all over his drunk face.

"Babe, don't cry." he says and scoots closer, but I push him back.

"Don't Chris, not now. Not while you're in this state."

I notice Eddie giving me an apologetic look in the rearviewmirror, but he keeps his mouth shut. Suddenly a thought occurs to me and it flops out of my mouth before I can really think about it, "You should try and be like Eddie a bit more. He's always so kind and he doesn't get drunk all the time."

I look up and, even though he's still drunk, I can see the disbelief in Chris' eyes. "You want me to be someone else?" he asks.

I shake my head, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that you can also stay sober when you're in the club, like Eddie. I like you so much better when you're sober. I'm getting sick of you when you're drunk and if you can't remember it clearly, that's been every fucking evening this week."

The realisation hits Chris like a bus and suddenly he sobers up a bit, as if one cue. As if he realises he should be sober. He scoots closer, but this time I don't find the strength in me to push him away.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I really didn't realise it affected you so much and I should've listened to you. I promise I will change, for you. 'Cause I love you and I can't lose you."

I look up slowly to look him in the eyes, I didn't realise he was actually scared to lose me. I didn't even think of leaving him.

"You won't lose me, Chris, I'd just really appreciate it if you would get drunk less often and spend more time with me."

He nods, "I will, babe."

He moves his head closer and kisses me softly. I've missed his lips on mine so badly. The kiss soon becomes more passionate and eventually it gets very heated in the back of Eddie's car.

Chris puts one hand on my back and it goes up under my shirt. The feeling of his hands all over me turns me on so much.

But, before anything more could happen, Eddie slams on the breaks and tells us we've arrived at our stop. He's quite embarrassed about the fact that something almost happened, but we laugh it off.

"Thanks for the ride, Ed. And also for making Chris come back with us." I tell him before hugging him. "It's no big deal, just don't ever do that in the back of my car again." he laughs.

Chris and I make our way into our small apartment and before heading to bed, we take a nice hot shower together.