𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ✔

thirty

the walk out of the silent mansion was like no other, we all walked side by side, stepping over a few bodies.

we got away in the limo, drinking and taking shots as a way to celebrate. well, we drank and clay watched.

the car ride was full of laughter and insults being thrown at each other

we finally reached the castle like mansion and clay had a hard time taking care of us, we stumbled out of the limo, the three of us laughing and trying to keep our balance

I steady myself on clay, he looks down at me smiling, watching as I struggled to catch my breath

clay signalled two guards over to us, asking one of them to take George to his room and the other one to take nick to his room

the guards left with the two guys.

"wow youre taking me to my room? cant believe im getting special treatment right now" I say slurring

"I dont trust other men around you when youre in this state" he replies softly.

he tries to lead me to the building and to my room, but I struggle to walk, "god I didn't even realise how much you had to drink" he says shaking his head

"hmm?" I hum and before I know it clay throws me over his shoulder, his arms around my legs making sure I dont fall

"wow you are so very gentle clay" I say, sarcasm clear in my voice even though im slurring, clay laughs slightly

"thank you drunk y/n" he says, he pushes the door to my room open with his leg, "youre welcome now put me down you ass" I say.

"as you wish" he says and im taking by surprise, "wait no not on the floor-" I say but I am cut off and my back hits the soft material of my bed

i sit up on the edge of my bed, "like i said youre so gentle" i say glaring again, "might wanna stop giving me the attitude before you regret it" clay say looking at me while he loosens his tie

"fuck clay why the fuck are you so hot" i say watching him infront of me, his white shirt clung onto his body, his sleeves were rolled up and his tie rested around his collar

clay stares into my eyes as i scan his body taking in the sight before me, i guess alcohol makes you confident huh?

clay raises an eyebrow at me when i meet his eyes again, "hm i dont know, i just am" he says smiling, i drag him down by the tie so that we were now face to face, "clay if you dont kiss me right now" i say

he rolls his eyes, "youre drunk y/n im not going to kiss you" he says, "fine i'll just not sleep then" i reply crossing my arms

"y/n" he says, "what" i reply, "dont make this difficult" he says, i glare at him.

"okay that's it youre going to bed" clay says his arms reaching for me, "nooooo" i yell, "y/n shut up" clay says

"make me bitch" i reply as im thrown over his shoulder for the second time today, "y/n dont fucking say that" he says struggling to keep me in place as i fight back

"make me make me make me" i say trying to get on his nerve, "oh my god" clay groans

he finally places me down on my pillow and throws my blanket over me, once he's sure that i wasn't going to get up he steps away from me

"get some sleep y/n" he says walking towards the door as i get more cosy, "hey clay?" i call out when i hear the door open, "stay with me? please" i mutter out

silence was all i heard before i heard the door shut, followed by footsteps

clay lays beside me, my back facing his chest, he kept a distance between us