Chapter 25

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Moments after hearing the news, I went to a local bar and ordered at least thirteen shots. I'll take anything, I thought to myself. Anything to forget the pain of leaving.
I was sitting in a table located in the corner and drank. Drinking still sucked, but I got used to it after at least four shots. I didn't want to think of what happens after, but I did anyway. I thought of how long I would stay, or if I'm ever going back. I thought of James and Jaiden and....Adam! What the hell do I tell him? What's going to happen between us? Are we still going to be together?
God, this is all so confusing. I down another shot and feel my brain getting foggy, as well as my vision. I should leave.
I get up and a thought comes to mind. What about my dad? My chest swells at the thought and, suddenly, I feel like crying.
I feel this sudden urge to puke my brains out. Fortunately, though, I was able to leave the bar without doing so. But I did puke at the side of the entrance. And once I started, it was hard to stop. My head starts to ache as I lean against the wall for support. Yep. I'm never gonna drink again. I pray that I would be able to walk home with the little consciousness I have left in me.
As I was walking, however, I tripped on nothing and expected that the only thing that would catch me would be the cold, hard ground. But no. What caught me were two familiar arms that once gave me the same sense of security ever since the day I was nearly mugged while I was drunk. The one who gave me the love I had longed for.
I managed to stand up and look up at him. I gave him a drunken smile.
"Hello, Adam," I say,
He sighs, with a hint of relief. "You really know how to scare the shit out of me, don't you (Y/N)?"
I don't respond. I laugh a bit before passing out in his arms.

I wake up the next day with a migraine. I looked around and found that I wasn't in my room. I try to recall the events of yesterday. Dad's stroke, me leaving to LA and maybe never coming back, the bar, thirteen shots, and Adam. Where is he anyway?
I sit up and saw a note on his bedside table.
Be back in a while. Just lie down and rest.
-Adam
I smile and lie down, falling asleep again.
When he came back, I told him the news, not leaving out any details. I even tell him that I might not even come back for a while, or maybe never. He just sits and listens, trying to process my words.
After I finish, he doesn't say anything. He just hugs me tightly. I hug him back and feel the tears running down my face.
"We're gonna be okay," he says after a while. "This is nothing. We can still work this out." I nod in response.
He breaks away from the hug and looks at me in the eyes.
"(Y/N), you shouldn't worry about what happens between us, because nothing will take away what we have right now. Do you understand?" I nod.
"So I want you to worry more about your family and your business, okay?" I nod. He hugs me again and tells that he will drive me home so I can prepare my luggage.
When we arrive, he helps me pack up, along with Noah, who had just woken up and didn't realize I had gone out drinking. While packing up, I tell James and Jaiden about my leaving. Five minutes later, they were at my doorstep, Jaiden crying a little and James looking sad. I hugged them both as they entered.
"I love you both," I told them. They hug me back. Then Adam and Noah join in the group hug.
I look at the time. "Noah, we have to go."
"I'll dive you both to the airport," Adam offers.
"Thanks," I say.
"Jaiden and I will see you off," James said.
We get in Adam's car and we head to the airport, knowing I might not be back for a while.

Okay, for those who aren't aware, this is almost the end of this book. And I'd like to say this in advance, thank you for reading my shitty-ass story. Thank you for telling me that this was a great story even when I couldn't see it. Y'all are amazing mah peeps.
✌️Peace

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