What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 3|| Zach in the Bathroom- Zorbyn

Summary: After Corbyn abandons him at party. Zach retreats to the bathroom, where he proceeds to cry in a bathtub and heavily regret the choices that led him to this moment

Zach's POV
My shirt hissing as I slid to the floor, smooth against the wooden door. Freezing tile penetrating the thin fabric of my pants. Hugging my knees tight.

The floor rumbling with the base, door shaking with the booming music. My fingers hiding within my hair, desperate to escape the noise. My face tucking softly into my arms.

" It'll be fun, Z. Come on. Please."

My sigh trembling, burning eyes squeezed tight behind pale lids. Maybe I could hide here until the end of the night. Everyone's drunk off their asses anyway, I'm sure they wouldn't mind peeing in the bushes.

" I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay? I'll be right back."

The lingering burn of the searing kiss tickling the skin just between my eyes. Clinging to the sensation.

" I'm gonna hang out with some friends. Try to have fun, okay? Come find me if you need me."

He wasn't there. I had searched and searched. And he wasn't there.

I can still remember the throbbing ache of my closing throat. Lava replacing the oxygen in my lungs. The helpless quake of my being.

Light flashing all around. The sweltering warmth of dancing bodies against my own. The wafting weed, the reeking vodka.

My voice lost to music, pleading cries unheard. Shadows creeping in the very corners of my vision, nearing with each step.

Fingers constantly brushing slick paint, never daring to stray from the walls. Energy escaping with every shaking breath, heart pounding in my ears. Blood roaring impossibly louder than the music.

The room spun, deafening voices encircling me, trapping me. The walls, my only safety, seemed to grow nearer. Steps turned blind stumbles as I searched for him, for my lifeline.

My lids flew open. Dripping copper gazing around, the porcelain white glowing. The calm of the bathroom caused every gasp to echo. Hands rattling against my skull.

My head bouncing against the door. Lip nuzzling between gleaming fangs. Cheeks glistening with running tears.

He wasn't there.

I rose on unsteady feet, knees threatening to buckle beneath me. Eyes followed the rotation of the room, struggling to find its pattern.

My shoes dragging along speckled floors. Squeaking quietly, complaining with every step. I crawled into the bathtub, snuggling down into it. Taking comfort in its close sides, pressing the back of my hand to each one.

A soft whimper succeeding the door's low rumble, rattling gently in its frame. The heel of my hands nuzzling against my ears, shielding wet pennies once more. Silently pleading the stranger to leave.

I don't know when they left. Just that when I removed my makeshift earplugs, they were gone.

I tugged at the floral curtain, rings screaming. Head resting on the tub's edge, nails digging at dry grout. Picking away at it, flicking the broken pieces over the side. Sniffling to myself, the occasional patter of a falling tear my only friend.

I allowed my lids to fall once more. A brilliant, cold blue glowing against my void. A gleam of snow-white. The echo of a giggle.

Something strange bubbling in my throat as I clung to the image, to him. Begging him to save me. To hold me. To promise he would never leave my side, not ever again.