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“Charles! Charles!” I yelled into the large house, Zayn’s heavy body dragging me down as I attempted to hold him up.
He was slipping from my grip and pretty soon he would be on the ground.
The scotch seemed to have completely taken over any previous working part of his brain and at this point he wouldn’t be able to think properly until at least the morning.
“Stay with me, Zayn,” I urged, letting go for just a second just so I could grab him again, hoping I could get better leverage with my hand a bit higher up his waist. His other (heavy) arm was slung around my shoulders, weighing my petite body down even more. “Come on… Stay awake, almost there,” I strained, my eyes darting from doorway to doorway expecting to see Charles any moment.
Thankfully he has yet to disappoint because I can hear his soft footsteps vibrating the floorboards as he runs towards me. He appears seconds later and quickly takes Zayn me, making the weight go on him instead.
“Thank God! Thank you so much,” I cried.
“Is he ok?” Charles questions, craning his neck to look at the half asleep Zayn hanging on him.
“He’s… He’s drunk,” I finally state, deciding to skip the long story and just tell him the main facts. “Do you think we will be able to get him up the stairs and into his bedroom or?” I trailed off, looking at the old man expectantly.
Taking another look at Zayn, he shook his head. “We might just have to have him sleep on the couch tonight. He’s too far gone to use his feet and sadly my body isn’t strong enough to carry him up the stairs,” Charles sighed.
“That’s fine,” I mumbled, looking over towards the couch which Charles had already begun to walk towards.
“Almost there, Mr. Malik,” Charles encouraged and small moans could be heard escaping Zayn’s lips as his feet toppled over the other, half of the time just dragging across the floor.
Finally Charles slowly let Zayn down on the couch. He began to take off his shoes but I shook my head.
“I’ll do that… You’ve helped enough,” I thanked him, giving him a small smile.
He set down one shoe on the ground and gave me a nod before walking off.
Thankfully a fire was already burning, bringing warmth to this chilly room.
I got down on my knees and slowly removed Zayn’s remaining shoe, setting it down quietly beside it’s matching one.
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