Thirty minutes.

I have been here for thirty minutes. He refuses to go to sleep and every time he almost does, he wakes up as soon as I try to leave. "Nick, let me go," I groaned.

"Mm-mm," he shook his head and hugged me tighter.

As much as I would love to stay the night with him, I'd rather not risk him waking up to me and blaming me for his stupid actions. "Nick, you have to let me go. Think about Rachel," I huffed, trying to get out of his grip.

"Fuck Rachel," he groaned.

"You already did that," I mumbled. It's true. He already did that when he cheated on me. I know she shouldn't have done what she did with him because she was well aware that we were in a relationship and it is her fault, but not all of it. It's his fault too. I hate them both. I just chose to remain strangers with Rachel instead of making a huge scene out of my hatred for her. I just chose to be the bigger person and actually use the maturity in me for good.

"Nick-" he didn't even let me finish.

"Why can't you just stay the night with me?" he asked while rolling me over so I lay beside him and he lay on his side, facing me.

"Because you will wake up tomorrow morning. Sober. And blame me. I have to go, I brought you back here, I took care of you, I left you the Advil, you'll be fine," I explained with a sigh.

"Just stay," he stretched out his words.

"Ask Rachel to stay," I rolled my eyes.

"Rachel's not here," he whined.

"Would you ask her if she was?" I questioned, feeling a little hurt.

"Absolutely not. She can't take care of someone for shit. Emma, please?" he whined.

"I already took care of you, Nick," I groaned.

"Take care of me more. Babe, please?" he mumbled.

"You can't call me babe," I huffed.

"Babe," he chuckled, "I wish I could still call you that," he sighed.

"Nick," I huffed.

"Can I call you that, Emma? Just for tonight?" he asked.

"Call me whatever but let me go," I huffed.

"No," he began getting frustrated and a little pissed off too.

"Nick," I sighed.

"Emma, I said no, okay?" he huffed.

"I'm not asking you, Nick. I'm telling you to let me go," I said warningly.

"Make me," he leaned in closer and I felt my body go stiff and freeze up almost instantly.

I guess I could just stay until he fell asleep. There's no harm in that. "Fine, fine, I'll stay just- just stay on your side," I pushed him back and put a pillow in between, turning my back to him.

"Fuck that," he threw it on the floor and put his arm around me.

I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. "Nick, you are incredibly drunk, please just listen to me," I pleaded.

"I always listen to you, now you listen to me. Emma Charlotte Roberts," he rested his chin on my shoulder and my breathing began quickening. "I miss you. So you will shut up, and let me cuddle you tonight. With the sunrise tomorrow morning, you can go back to hating me. Got it?" he mumbled.

He's dozing off, I could tell.

"Yeah," I whispered, "I got it."

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I woke up the next morning because mentally, I was awake that whole night, waiting for the sun to rise so I could get the fuck out of there. I woke up feeling exhausted and sat up slowly. I turned around and there he was, sleeping peacefully like a baby.

I'm gonna get out of here before you wake up, Nick.

I slowly pulled his arm off of me and slipped out of the bed, grabbing my wedges instead of wearing them. I grabbed my key off his nightstand and tiptoed out, making sure no one was in the hallway while I did that.

I walked into my room as the phone started ringing. I went over, dropped my shoes on the way, and answered it. "Hello?" I asked while running my hand through my hair.

"Wakey, wakey, Emma," she sang.

"Morning, Madeline," I sighed while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Meet you at breakfast," she sang before hanging up.

I rolled my eyes while standing up and going into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I held my hair up and assessed my face. Something's not right. Not with my face. Something's missing.

I looked at myself and the things I brought with me. "I only had my key and my shoes. What did I-" my eyes stopped at my ears.

One earring is missing.

Oh, my fucking god!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," I mumbled while pulling my flip flops on.

What can I do? How do I get it back before he wakes up?

I closed the door on my way out so I can't go back in without waking him up, I don't have his key and they won't give me the keys to someone else's room.

"This is heights, Emma. This is an invasion of his privacy. Fuck it," I shrugged before grabbing the phone and calling the front desk. "H-hello? Yeah hi, I'm calling because this is an emergency, yes, I've managed to lock myself out of my room and I cannot find the key, I'm calling from my friend's room because I stayed last night in her hotel, but could you please send someone up with the keys to my room?" I said while running my hands through my hair.

Twenty minutes? I don't have twenty minutes!

"I'm here for the wedding with the Johnson's," I huffed.

"Um- we'll have someone come right up, ma'am. Room number?" she asked.

Bitch.

I proceeded to tell her Nick's room number before going and waiting outside. I waited there impatiently, tapping my foot on the ground out of nervousness.

"Here you go, ma'am," someone from housekeeping came and gave it to me.

"Thank you so much," I said before quickly opening the door and slipping inside.

He's still sleeping. Good.

"I am so sorry, Nick," I mumbled under my breath before scanning the bed. Nothing. I picked up the pillow. Nothing. I slowly picked up the blanket, running my hand over it. Still nothing.

"God damn it!" I hissed, throwing my arms up in frustration. I looked at his nightstand.

The pill bottle was open.

Fuck me.

"Looking for something?" he opened his eyes and his hand to reveal my earring.

"Close your eyes, you're dreaming," I said, quickly reaching out to grab my earring but nope.

He was wide awake. "No, I think I'm wide awake. I like these. You've got particular taste, so do I."

Anyone else thinking of Shawn Mendes right now?

Focus, Emma.

"Please give me my earring," I whined.

"What were you doing here, Emma?" he questioned, sitting up against the headboard.

"I was taking care of you!" I threw the pillow at him. "You were drunk. Sixteen shots in one hour, Nick! I brought you up here, tucked you in because I wanted to give Zo and Landon the night. You refused to let me go!"

He caught the pillow while I was hitting him with it and pulled it down, pulling me down with it. "You took care of me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I took care of you. Who do you think left the Advil and the note that reminded you to actually take it?" I rolled my eyes. "Just give me my earring. Please? I'll be out of here," I sighed in defeat.

He looked at the earring in his hand and closed his fist back up. "I'm not giving it back," he smirked.

"Nick, I'm not here to do this, please just give it to me and I won't bother you again," I huffed.

"You think that's what I'm worried about? You bothering me? I'm a little more worried about how you got in here," he chuckled.

"Give me the earring and I'll tell you," I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Tell me and I'll give it to you," he shrugged.

I sighed in defeat, "I called the front desk and said this was my room but I stayed the night in my friend's and happened to lose the keys," I ran my hand through my hair.

"And they didn't check to see if this room was really yours?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'm pretty sure they did because they weren't giving it to me until I said I'm here with the Johnson's, Nick, please? The earring?" I held my hand out.

"I hope you know that they are well aware of who you are, Emma. Do you know who answered the phone?" he asked.

Who answered the phone?

"A woman did, give me my freaking earring," I said through gritted teeth, leaping forward but he pulled his hand back. "Nick, give it to me!" I crawled on my knees, getting closer.

"Emma," he laughed.

"Nick," I huffed. When his free hand found my waist, I realized that I was straddling him.

"Great way to wake up," he smirked while pushing my hair behind my ear, putting the earring in through the piercing.

"Ow," I winced as he snapped it shut, pinching my skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Sorry."

I need to get out of his fucking room. Like now. While I can still freaking breathe.

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Chapter eleven