𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧 ~ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

"drunk words are sober thoughts"

falling
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harry styles

A faint knock on the door took me back to reality and out of my own thoughts. I walked downstairs slowly, confused as to who it was. It was a Tuesday night, my father was in Miami for business and my stepmom was at her friends house in the hills. I checked the time on the clock seeing that it was 11:47.

Who in the bloody hell would be here at this hour?

I looked through the peek hole of the door, seeing Chase stood there. Reluctantly, I opened the door to see his face perk up. "Chase?" I asked, seeing his face more clearly once he stepped towards the light. His face was tear stained and puffy.

"Cheryl, oh my god, Cheryl." He breathed, stepping towards me and engulfing me in a hug. He pulled away after about a minute, "I missed you," He said, his voice breaking slightly before continuing "I love you, Cher."

"Are you drunk?" I asked in almost a whisper, smelling the alcohol off his lips. His breathe smelled of vodka and his words had slurred slightly.

"Yes." He mumbled as he looked down, almost in embarrassment. "Chase, it's a Tuesday night. We have school in the morning... Why?" I asked him as he took a step into the house. I closed the front door, locking it once he was inside. As much as I didn't want him to stay I couldn't let him go home like this. And luckily, I was alone.

"Because of you! God, I miss you so fucking much and I keep beating myself up over everything." His words slurred together, but I still managed to make out what he was saying.

"You're drunk Chase. You can hardly speak clearly." I shook my head, clenching my sides.

"Drunk words are just sober thoughts... right?" He raised a brow, knowing that I had said that numerous times in my life. I had always thought that to be the truth. I find that when you're intoxicated it's like you don't have a filter on what you say; you just say whatever it is that you truly feel without caring of the consequences.

"Chase, you need to sleep." I said sternly, ignoring his comment and walking towards the stairs. As much as I wanted to believe him-scratch that, I did believe him. I just didn't know how to respond. I wanted to hug him and tell him it will be okay and that I love him back. But I couldn't. I let my pride get in the way of my happiness for about the thousandth time in my life. And I hated myself for it.

"Where are we going?" Chase asked, following me as he hunched over slightly "Make up sex?" I internally groaned for the fact I let him in, but smiled to myself. He was still the same Chase, the one I had fell in love with.

"No, you idiot." I huffed, reaching the top of the steps "You are going to sleep." I said, pointing towards a guest bedroom at the end of the hall. He looked at me and then the bedroom, then back to me "Why are you being nice to me? Thought you hated me." He mumbled the last sentence as he leaned on the railing a bit.

"I could never hate you." My eyes met his and the only thing I could think about was the night we first met. The first time our eyes locked and we had a conversation on the beach at 2a.m. I smiled at the memory, but quickly snapped back to reality when I heard Chase stumble a bit.

My hand immediately went to grab his as I led him to the guest room, "Do you want clothes to sleep in?" I asked but he shook his head, starting to strip until he was only in his boxers.

"Cheryl?" He asked as he began to lay under the covers.

My face met his and his mouth parted, but shut quickly after "never mind."

I nodded and then left, telling him that I'd be back and was just going to get him some water and Advil.

Once I had walked back into the bedroom I saw Chase sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed as the blankets covering his sleeping body. I smiled at the sight of him looking so peaceful and set the water and Advil down the bedside table for him to be awoken too the following morning.

God, I miss him.

I walked into my room, automatically collapsing onto the bed. A sigh escaped my lips as I stared up at the ceiling, Harry Styles lowly playing from my speakers. Minutes later my eyelids felt heavy and I let sleep consume me. Chase Hudson, the boy who was only down the hall, clouding my mind as I drifted off into a not so dreamless sleep.

bit of a shorter chapter ope

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word count: 836

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