The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Uh oh.

Noah's PoV

In all honesty, I didn't want to drink tonight. I knew Arielle really didn't want me to, I could tell by the look on her face but part of me just really needs something to soak up my pain.
My mother had never spoken to me like that in all my 21 years on this earth. It's shocked me really.

So here I am, picking up bottles from the alcohol cabinet. I scrunched my nose up at the vodka. That stuff clearly makes me an angry drunk, lets not do that. I put it back, scanning my eyes throughout the cabinet. What makes me a happier drunk? One that won't make me anymore depressed than I am now. Wine.
I actually hate the stuff but it's bound to make me feel better than I do now.
I grabbed the bottle of Pinot Grigio, one bottle will be enough, surely.

I shut the cabinet door, taking the bottle with me upstairs. Yes, it's going to be warm as I'm too impatient to leave it in the fridge for a while. What you gonna do about it?

Once I had reached my room, I shut the door, jumping on my bed and instantly opening up the bottle. Who needs a glass? Not me.
I knew that the second Arielle got home she would tease me, telling me that I smell of cheap wine. Well, she would have done back when we were together. God knows what she's going to think of me now.

I shrugged my shoulders, placing the top of the bottle to my lips and tipping back, gulping the liquid down. Ew. Too warm and too gross. That's not going to stop me though.

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Arielle's PoV

My fingers laced themselves together on the table in front of me as I listened to my brother explaining how things are going for him back in London. I wonder when he'll bring up the fact that my dads finally going to be a grandparent.

I reached forward, grabbing my glass and taking a sip of the cold posh wine as I looked around the restaurant. It was so fancy in here. Every time any one would walk in, they'd be greeted with comforting smiles from the employees, that scattered the floor, whilst the Italian music played in the background. Just as well Noah didn't come, I knew this wasn't his kind of place to come out and eat. The fake plants that clasp to the walls ever so freely give it a natural appearance. They looked so real.

We had all ordered some pasta dishes not too long ago and the smell of the atmosphere made me realise how hungry I really was.

"I actually have some really exciting news." George's voice snapped me back to the conversation.
"Go on." My dad nodded his head at him, resting his head on his hand.
"Well..." He began, looking at me. This is the baby news isn't it?
"Sophie and I are expecting!" George grinned. I smiled, watching my dads reaction. His eyes almost fell out of his head but a massive grin spread across his lips.
"I'm going to be a grandad?" He was in complete utter shock.
"She's due in about seven months." George nodded his head, laughing.
"Oh son, I'm so happy for you." My dad reached across the table and grabbed George's head, giving him a massive kiss on the top of it. I giggled as he pulled back, George pulling a disgusted face, playfully.
"I think that deserves a cheers." Kelly picked up her glass delicately.
"To Kelly and dad." George gripped his glass, holding it it the air.
"To George." My dad mimicked his actions.
"Two the three of you." I laughed, clanging our glasses together, getting a few strange looks from all the snobby people around here. If Noah was to come, they definitely would have been staring at his beaten up face the whole time.

Soon enough, our food had arrived. It was displayed so nicely on the plate, I almost didn't want to eat it but the rumble in my stomach forced me to pick up my fork and dig in. Mmmmm... food is so heavenly. Except olives, I really don't see everyone's hype over them. They are vile. I wouldn't eat them even if they were the last food on earth. So gross. Sorry.

I really want to get back to see what Noah was up to. Was he super drunk? Was he even at home?

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Noah's PoV

Do you ever just get the munchies so bad when you're wine drunk? Because same.

If anyone could see all the food I had scattered around me on the breakfast bar, they'd think that I hadn't eaten in about a year.

I had Netflix playing on my phone as I laughed at it, shoving a handful of crisps into my mouth.
"Uh oh." I spoke through my mouthful as I noticed all the crumbs down the front of me. Meh, I'll just save them for later.
As I reached for some more the front door opened and my family came walking in, laughing at something funny.

My mother was the first to enter the kitchen and once she saw me and the food, plus the two bottles of wine I had finished within an hour and a half, her eyes went wide.
"I suppose you're clearing this up?" She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Jesus." George was the next to walk in, laughing at me.
"Well, considering I wasn't allowed out for dinner, I thought I'd make my own." I slurred, using my hand to gesture to the food.
"I can see that." My mum looked as though she was about to lose her shit at any point. I think I should leave.

I grabbed the bowl of crisps that I hadn't yet finished and I jumped down off the stool.

The harsh scent of drink can be smelt on me. I know it, and so does everyone one else. They can see me struggling to keep my balance, and I know I'm struggling to keep it. I looked over to Arielle, she looked like she was trying to stop herself from laughing at me. I gave her a small smirk, stumbling towards the stairs.

It's like some sort of outer body experience. My legs don't work as I tell them to, neither do my hands, or my fingers at that. Thank god they still had a good grip on the bowl. Wouldn't want to waste some perfectly good crisps now, would we?

I try to walk up the stairs, but my legs are telling me otherwise. They are swaying left and right. No matter how many steps I take, I'm no closer to where I want to be. I then suddenly feel two small arms wrap around me from behind.
"Come on, you old drunk." Arielle's beautiful voice sent chills down my body. Oh how I wish she'd never stop talking.