Hate Me No Less

Drunk Texting

Yuri P.O.V

"You didn't", said an overly drunk James.

"But I did", I slurred back. I showed him my phone to prove that I most certainly did order an Uber to black shirts house.

"He's gonna think your weird you know. You don't just show up at someone's house and-"

"He knows I'm coming", I said trying to brush off the fact that he didn't reply to any of my drunken text.

"Oh does he now? Or did you text him saying that your on your way, but he never texted you back?", he questioned with a risen eyebrow.

"It's 9:57. The night is still young and I left something there anyway", I pouted.

"You just want some dick", he laughed.

"Shut up! I want my socks. That's all", I said shaking my head vigorously.

"Use protection", James warned.

"We're not gonna- oh shit my rides here. Gotta go", I made sure to check that my location was on because there's a lot of creeps nowadays.

"Yuri Omori", the driver asked.

"That's me", I cheesed.

After about 12 minutes I was finally outside the mans door. Fuck. This was a bad idea.

Before I could turn around and bail, the raven headed man opened his front door and leaned against the frame with his arms crossed.

"It's late", he said plainly.

I watched as the Uber backed out, making me regret the decision of coming here, "My socks. I came here to get them",

"You said tomorrow", I know what I said.

"They're my favorite pair", I lied.

"They're plain black socks", he squinted.

"And the material is amazing"

"Don't tell me your drunk", he said walking up to me. Shit.

"Drunk? Who? Not me", I denied.

"House. Now", he pointed inside. I walked in with my head down afraid that if I looked up he would yell at me.

He closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it up, "Your not kidnapping me, are you?"

"Your the one who thought it was a good idea to show up at my house at night. If I was gonna kidnap you it would be the other way around", he said while handing me a bottle of water.

"I just wanted my socks. Is that a crime", I scoffed.

"Hate to break it to you, but I think you probably texted me a little more than just picking up your socks", he said in his usual monotoned voice.

I gulped in fear, refusing to check my phone to see if he was telling the truth, "I'm drunk but not *burp* that drunk"

He took out his phone and showed me the unholy texts.

I want you inside me.
I'm coming over so I can give you some dessert.
Did you know I'm a cowgirl.
Your body is fucking sexy.

I stopped reading from embarrassment. You've got to be kidding me.

"I'm surprised you was able to text correctly", he said while shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"I uh- I didn't send those", I lied.

"Then who did", he said while getting comfortable on his couch.

"My...uh...roommate. Yeah my roommate"

"Do I know her"

"It's a him and no you don't", I scoffed.

"How does he know me"

"I showed him a picture"

"How did you get a picture of me", by sneaking one. Duh.

"You knowwww...social media"

"I don't have an account"

"I took a picture of you", I admitted.

"Call him"

"W-What"

"Call him"

"I don't think-"

"I just want him to know that I don't go that way. It would be better coming from me than you. Plus I'm sure he would be excited to hear my voice"

I took out my phone hesitantly, fearing for my life. "Hey Siri. Call James"

Siri: Calling James

My heart thudded aggressively hoping he wouldn't answer. Please please please don't answer.

James: You left like 17 minutes ago. He has you coming that fast? That dick must be fire"

It's like I couldn't breath anymore. My mouth opened in shock, but I didn't dare speak. Goddammit James. You couldn't say a simple hi first.

All black shirt did was smirk. He got up from the couch and grabbed the phone from my hands, ending the call.

"If you wanted to have sex-"

"Which I don't"

"Is this what Yamada meant by mixed signals", I heard him mumble.

"Trying to call me confusing", I asked offended.

"I'm saying that you don't seem to know what you want. If it's your socks then I'll go get them for you, but when I come back I would like an explanation for those text messages. Who by the way weren't from your roommate, so you have 20 seconds to come up with a better lie while I get your socks", he headed to his room and I felt my legs quiver.

I know he was talking, but his voice was so demanding. Don't even get me started on his face. Even though it was rugged, it was so hot. If only he would pick me up and- "Did you find a different excuse"

My breath hitched from the sudden interruption in thoughts. "It was a prank"

"That's to bad. I was really looking forward to that dessert"

"What dessert?"

"You said you were coming over to give me some dessert", he said handing me my socks.

"Oh uh- I left it"

"I thought it was a prank?", he questioned.

"Fuck. You tricked me"

"Not my fault you can't keep up with your lies", he shrugged.

"Well I got my socks...I guess I'll leave now"

"Let me grab my keys", he got up from his couch and and went to the back of his house in search of his keys. Probably in his room.

"I'll just call an-"

"It's not safe to be in a car with a complete stranger while your drunk. I'm dropping you off", or we can stay here and I can ride you.

"Fine."