(y/n pov)
E swings the bottle up, taking a long sip as he wipes at his face. The bottle was almost drained at this point. He blinked again. Three years later and it wasn't till gray had you that he wanted you back.
He wanted to see you, his drunken state telling him to drive over. But E knew gray had taken your stuff back to you. He touched the skin under his eye, all bruised up from Grayson the night prior and he smashed the bottle to the ground, watching the pieces shatter.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, realizing what he'd done. He grabbed his shirt, lying on the bed to push the pieces together, he hadn't even realized he was bleeding until his shirt was starting to turn red in his blurred vision.
Gray had told you that he was heading to Kyle's later that day and asked if you'd wanted to come. You'd denied the offer, thinking that E would be going with them.
But he hadn't. Because Ethan was drunk in broad daylight and had walked himself to your building, well, unintentionally. He'd known where you lived, Gray had dropped you off before while he was in the car, not to mention your address written on gray's whiteboard the first few weeks you'd started dating so he wouldn't forget.
And so there E was, pounding on your front door. You were in the middle of baking, to get your mind off of things and here he was. You gasped as he fell in, eyes barely open.
"Ethan!" He slurred some response to you as you shut the door behind him. "Oh my god."
"'s the love of my life," he mumbled, head on your shoulder as you leaned back.
"Oh my god, Ethan," you whispered, dragging him down the hall.
You pulled him into your bathroom, deciding to splash some water on his face. Then you noticed his hand. "Ethan, what the hell?"
"s the bottle, you know," he pulled his other one up to make a drinking hand gesture. "Dropped it, and bam, everywhere," he hiccuped. You shut your eyes tight as you pushed him up the counter, and held his bad arm up.
"Is it always this hand?" you asked, reaching down for your first aid kit. He hiccuped, and his breath smelled of alcohol. You winced, wondering how much he'd had. "Ethan," you sighed, pulling his hand to run it under the water. He let out a yelp at the sting. "It's okay," you cooed.
"You're so nice," he mumbled. "Need someone who's gonna treat you good." You ignored him. "Look, blood," he mumbled at the sinking. "s all purple."
"Red," you sighed, "Blood's red." He frowned.
"I know my colours," he yelled. You sighed, pouring the hydrogen peroxide over his wound. this time he did nothing. "Stings, baby," he whistled. You sighed, ignoring the nickname.
"It'll get better," you whispered, wrapping his hand up. "You need to sleep, and water you need water," you said to him.
"Wanna sleep together," he said between hiccups and a wink he accidently did with both eyes. you sighed.
"I'll get you water, you stay here," you said with another deep breath. He nodded.
"Okay, love you," he said, closing his eyes, leaning his head back against the mirror.
"Love you too, E-"
What was happening?
"Love me?" Ethan slurred. You rushed out of your bathroom and grabbed a bottle of water. Room temperature but it'd have to do.
You brought it back for him but by then he'd passed out, head against the mirror. You sighed, putting the bottle down.
"E?" you whispered, shaking his shoulders. He didn't budge. You tried to pull him off of the counter but to no avail. He was too heavy. You decided to leave him there, with no other choice.
