Chapter 62 - I Want To Take Care Of You

Ford. 

''Tell me we are done,'' he cries as I squeeze his other hand for some form of comfort. 

His eyes are closed as Bill does the finishing touches of the tattoo. I lean forward, so I can get a view of it and it is perfect. Exactly what I envisaged. ''Perfect,'' I tell the artist and he grins, content with his masterpiece. 

''First time I see shit like this though. I should add it to my portfolio,'' he comments. 

I chuckle as lance opens his eyes in an attempt to sneak a peek ''No cheating,'' I warn him ''We have to see them together.''

He groans still a little tipsy. Bill walks away from us still smiling and I look at my boyfriend. I am over this outing and he seems to be too ''Do you want to go home?'' I ask him.

He nods immediately ''I am tired, and my head is spinning,'' he giggles as he tries to stand up from the swivel chair. I grab him by his waist so he wouldn't fall on his face and he chuckles again ''Shit, I shouldn't have had that much alcohol.'' 

I smile as I pull him to his feet, and he plants his chin on my shoulder as I walk over to the door ''Enjoy the surprises.'' Bill shouts at us. 

We both turn around and he is still smiling. The contradiction from the man now to when we came here is uncanny. Lance waves at him and I lead him out of the parlour. ''I should call Jack, he will be pissed if I leave without telling him,'' his words are slurring. 

''I can call him for you.'' 

He brings out his phone from his pocket, passes it to me and I dial his best friends number. it takes a while for Jack to answer. 

''Yo, where the fuck are you.''

''This is Ford.''

''Oh, where is Lance. Are you guys okay?'' 

''Yeah. We are kinda leaving,'' I explain. 

''Why, you guys disappeared an hour ago. Is everything okay?''

I smile, kinda touched that he is worried. Jack is like the best friend to Lance and I wish I had that. ''Yeah, I kinda got him a little too drunk.''

lance punches my shoulder ''Hey, I'm not drunk.'' 

I laugh ''He needs his bed.''

''Oh... Lemme know when you guys get home. Gotta go.'' he ends the call and i look at Lance. 

He smiles as I lead him across the street to where the car is parked. This is the first time I am seeing him drunk. He has never let himself go. Like ever. I don't know if I like it but I feel like the fact that he got drunk, means he trusts me enough to know that I will take care of him. I buckle him to the seat belt and he wraps his arms around my neck pulling him closer to me ''I want to kiss you, don't go,'' he slurs. 

I smile because this is adorable ''I am not going anywhere. I just want to get us home'' 

''Home?'' he furrows his brows like my words don't make any sense. ''Where is home?'' he asks still holding onto me. 

''Wherever you are,'' I tell him. 

He opens his eyes wide, takes a deep breath and then leans forward ''You know you are a jerk,'' he breathes into my mouth. the vodka smell hits me instantly. 

''What did I do?'' I indulge him. 

''You didn't want to talk to me. You didn't kiss me for two whole days. No explanation whatsoever.'' 

He is talking about the past two days. I feel the sudden guilt hit me all over again. I don't know how I can explain things to him, and this is not even the right time to talk about things, but an explanation will make things clearer. I don't know if the truth will keep him, but he will understand. Deciding to stay with me after he finds out, is something I won't know until I tell him. 

''I have been a jerk,'' I take full blame. 

Our faces are so close to each other as I bend to reach him, standing in front of the car door. He doesn't seem to want to let me go. I don't even care—if he wants to hold me like this all night, I will take the leg pain for him. As long as I get to be in his arms. 

''Will you do it again… not kiss me for two days?''

I don't know how to answer that question. I can't tell him that it won't happen again because it will. This is not something that just started. This is a part of me, and I don't know how I can assure him that it doesn't mean anything. 

''I promise to make it up with a million more kisses. If I don't kiss you for a day. I will kiss you until you can't be kissed the next,'' That is the best I can do. I can't promise him when I don't even know how I will feel tomorrow. 

Tonight, became a good night, considering the day I had. I might wake up to a not so good day. 

''A million kisses,'' he scrunches up his nose ''How is that even possible. My mouth will be sore.''

I laugh, pressing my lips to his. He closes his eyes and welcomes me to the kiss as a moan escapes his lips. A million of these kinds of kisses sound amazing. I slide my tongue into his mouth and chills erupt within me. The wind blows into the car as we make out heavily, not giving a shit about anyone but us now. ''I forgive you,'' he says pulling back to look at me. 

He might be drunk, but I see the pain in his eyes. The fact that I gave him the silence got to him. he might've acted like he was okay like he was strong and could carry the weight on his shoulders but in this moment, I see it. I see the pain that was caused by me. 

''I love you.''

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I park the car in the garage and look over at him. his snores loud through the silence of the night. The car seat is pushed to the back, in a bed like position. I didn't think the night would end with him passed out drunk, but he is still adorable. 

I take out the key from the ignition and walk over to the passenger side. Lifting him up into my arms, I carry him into the house, to my room. There is no one here, apart from the guards outside. We have the house to ourselves until they get back, so I can keep him in my room with no one ever finding out. 

I pull off the covers with one hand and place him on the bed gently. His snores travel into the room. So drunk Lance snores loudly. I am finding out new things about it. I don't mind his snores, sleeping next to him and his snores will make me feel him. 

I don't mind that at all. 

I take off his clothes, making sure to avoid the tattoo we just got because it will hurt. Definitely. He will feel it a lot more in the morning. Once he is out of his clothes, I wrap the sheets around him and walk into the bathroom. Taking a glance at the bandage around my wrist. I manage a smile because I know I won't regret this decision, no matter what Lance engraved on me. 

I wash my face and change my clothes. There is only one light on in my room. The lamp by my bed, which makes me see him clearly. He is sleeping so soundly that I am glad he had the alcohol.

I lie down next to him and wrap my arms around him because I want to stay as close as I can to him. 

Slowly my eyes close and I drift away into a beautiful slumber. 

Through the silence of the night, I feel him as he pushes into me, trying to get closer. Slowly I part my eyelid and he is watching me in the dark of the night. His eyes the only thing shining. 

''Why are you awake?'' I ask him as I try to look at the time on the bedside table. 

Four o clock. 

''I can't sleep,'' he answers still watching me. 

I manage a smile as he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my lips ''When did we get home? Can't remember a thing from last night after we got the tattoos.''

I smile because I remember everything. For the first time, I was the one that took care of him. I like doing that for him. 

''You passed out in the car. You were just a little too drunk,'' I wrap my arms around his waist and his head rests on my chest. 

''You gave me the alcohol. Now I know why I don't drink. I am such a lightweight.''

I chuckle because he is more than a lightweight. That bottle was tiny, it shouldn't have made him pass out. It is so funny to me because I could handle way more than that. 

''I guess we have now both seen each other drunk and passed out,'' he mutters, and I remember that night. 

I never want him to see me like that. I don't have an alcohol problem. Alcohol is just a way for me to forget things. I am not at that point where I cant stop if I want to. I just choose to.

''Well you won't see me like that again, I promise.''

He looks at me and my expression is serious. I don't want to be a burden to him. I will make sure he doesn't have to worry about me. if I can control it. I will be the best I can be.

For him.