innocent | ethan dolan

forty-three

drunk in love

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violet's pov;

"Cheers!" I yell out, clinking my shot glasses along with Alex, Nate's Will's Grayson's and Joey's. We all cheer loudly before downing the shot in an instant the vodka making its way into my system. Not going to lie, I was super excited for the after party.

It was now 10 o'clock at night. I had told my father that I was going to be down Joey's. Prom wasn't also the biggest success however, it wasn't the worst. Grayson had diverted my brain away from Ethan, cracking jokes here and there. Will was also there for me quite a bit however, I felt bad if I had used him as a rebound.

Grayson and I took a few more shots together, before making our way to the dance floor. This time, I felt myself get loose a little. I decided not to have an outfit change, since I quite simply couldn't be bothered, and besides, it wasn't a long dress that would get in the way. Joey had however changed into a shorter dress that allowed her to move around more.

I put my arms up, my hips swaying against the beat of the song. God, The Weeknd always awoke an inner stripper in me, especially his old songs. The song, Acquainted blasted through the speakers, making my eyes close as I swayed amongst multiple bodies. The alcohol was helping me let lose.

I had a deja vu moment when I opened my eyes and see Ethan, his body rested against a wall as his eyes stayed fixated on me. Every single movement of mine, his eyes followed. The last party I was at, this is exactly what happened.

I turn around, coming into contact with Grayson. He giggled at me like a child before he put his arms on my waist. I put my arms around his shoulders, as continued to dance. Not going to lie, I was drunk as hell right now but I didn't care since my mind was diverted from all the pain Ethan had bought me.

I turn around, my eyes darting around for Ethan, but I can't seem to find him. I shrugged off the thought of him before going to find myself another drink.

"You good?" I hear. I turn around to see Will. He had another pair of his glasses on, a silk shirt wrapped around his torso, making the gold chain he was wearing slightly visible. He looked fine.

I nod at him, flashing him a smile. I chose my poison, pouring it into a cup.

"Going hard tonight?" he asked, looking at me as I filled my cup to the top.

"Harder than ever!" I laughed. I was feeling giddy as hell. Also horny as fuck. But I didn't want to have drunk sex. At least my actual common sense was shining through a little, no matter how drunk I was.

I sit down, looking around at the large amount of people, dancing in a crowd. I take a sip of my drink, my mind wondering back to Ethan.

For fuck's sake. Why? Why the actual fuck does my mind think about him? He cheated on me. With Alicia. I hated him for that.

I despised him, but I loved him. And I still do, no matter how hard I try to convince myself I don't.

ethan's pov;

I stood outside, the music gently thumping in the distance.

I can't believe that I lost her. How stupid was I? I slept with fucking Alicia, of all people.

What was going through my head?

Now, I'm losing one of the only girls I've ever loved. She's going to New York. Fucking New York.

When Grayson told me yesterday, I didn't know how I felt exactly. But then I did.

It was the crushing feeling of heartbreak.

I had felt it before, but this time, it felt worse. I don't know. It felt as if I had lost a part of me and it hurt like hell.

I looked down at the drink that was in my cup, before downing it. I look around, going for a refill. I needed to get out of here god dammit. But I couldn't.

When I saw Violet tonight, I really regretted everything. The way that yellow silk wrapped around her body perfectly. She looked absolutely stunning. But she was with Grayson. My fucking brother had his hands all over her. That should've been me.

Prom would've been perfect. I envisioned it so much, especially when he had gone out together to buy the very dress she was wearing. She had tried on so many and she looked amazing in every single one, but there was just something about the dress she was wearing right now. It was perfect for her. It complimented her dark complexion, as well as making her whole figure look gorgeous.

Not to say, she had turned me on a little because god, her ass was popping in that dress. I rolled my eyes at my thoughts, turning around, bumping straight into her.

I studied her face. She was close to me and I hadn't been this close to her since before we had broke up. Her makeup made her look really pretty. Usually, most girls would be caked with it however, she didn't seem to look like that.

Then again, she wasn't most girls.

Her eyes looked up at me, as she smiled gently.

"Hey dickhead," she smiles, slurring her words. Great. She was flat out drunk. I ignored her sudden insult. I guess I did deserve that title.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice suddenly serious.

"No." I mutter.

"What's up?" she asks, turning around to me but slipping lightly. I catch her, her eyes looking up into mine. Fucking hell, she was so beautiful. Her arms stayed on my chest as I held her in my arms.

"You look hot." she smiles, tapping my nose with her finger.

"Really?" I smirk.

"Mhm." she nods, batting her eyelashes. I looked at her pretty eyes, before down the glossy, plump lips. She did the same, our faces inching closer and closer to each other before our lips touched.

I kissed her and she kissed me back. Her lips working perfectly in sync with mine. I pulled her body closer to my hand cupping her cheek. She finally pulled away and I noticed that her eyes looked glossy, as if she was going to cry.

"I can't do this again. I'm sorry Ethan." she says, her eyes meeting mine then at the floor. Her hand went over her mouth, before she walked away from me as quickly as she could.

I wanted to run after her, tell her that it won't happen again and that I love her. Instead, my legs defied me, firmly glued to the ground, and I watched her as she walked away from me, taking a piece of me with her.

a/n: aw ethan bb, u dumb bitCH

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-N