Forget About It (Part Two)
A/N: Thanks for all the suggestions, guys. I hope you like it. Do send more if you have any in mind, I love hearing about how you want the story to go.
You sat down on the first empty bar stool you saw, happy that now you could go to a bar alone and relax. Seth hadn’t called or showed up for a little over a week now, and you were done. You let him know over text, but of course he hadn’t responded. Why? Nobody knows. You get that the fight was pretty bad, but you figured he’d have the decency to talk it out with you. If it had to end, it should end with you two coming to terms and deciding to part. No relationship should just end like this, at least not in your opinion. You had a few margaritas before ordering a few vodka shots, not realizing how fast you were actually going through the alcohol. Your last shot concluded one of your thoughts. You set the glass down on the table, contemplating on whether or not to order another one. Before you could decide the bartender placed another shot in front of you, gesturing to a man sitting a few seats down. You picked up the shot, looking over to see a smirking Baron Corbin. You winked at him before downing the shot quickly, the liquid courage extremely evident at this point. You rarely drank, so it came as no surprise to you that this much alcohol hit you like this. You still loved Seth, there was no doubt in your mind, but you figured flirting wouldn’t hurt. You saw him get up out of the corner of your eye, his eyes telling the man currently sitting down that he needed to get up and leave. The smaller man got up and disappeared, Baron quickly taking his seat and looking over at you. Most of your hair was covering your face, you were blushing profusely at this point.
“Hello? Is anybody behind all that hair?” He laughed softly, moving a little closer so that he could see you slightly better.
You nodded and tucked your hair behind your ear, your eyes meeting his.
“Sadly, yeah.” You sighed, giving him a little smile. “Thanks for the shot.”
“Not a problem… Where’s Rollins?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Guys were so petty.
“Rollins is gone.” You shrugged, ordering another margarita.
“Oh…” He spoke quietly, probably not expecting that answer. “Can I ask why?”
You figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him. You were pretty shitfaced by this point anyways, what could possibly make you look worse?
“He doesn’t want to marry me. Or have babies with me.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I mean, I think I’m pretty cute.” You continued, taking a long sip of your new drink. “I would make cute babies, right!?”
“Definitely.” He nodded, ordering himself a drink too. “I think ours would be cuter than yours and Rollins’ but, yeah, you would make cute babies.”
“Ours?” You blushed, looking away for a second as you continued to drink.
“Am I wrong? The cuteness would be all you, though, sweets.” He smirked, gently placing his hand on your thigh.
You heard someone clear their throat behind you. You were ready to turn around and backhand the asshole until you saw who it was. Your heart instantly dropped, your mind and heart at war. You wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how much you missed him, and how glad you were that he was okay, but you furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“Get lost, Baron.” He said simply, taking your drink out of your hand and setting it down on the table.
“She was drinking that.” He stood up, moving closer to him. “She was also talking to me.”
You groaned softly, burying your face in your hands for a quick second before realizing that you needed to interrupt.
“No, it’s fine, Baron.” You spoke softly, getting in the middle of the two and placing your hand on his chest. That infuriated Seth even more, causing him to grab your arm and pull you closer to him.
“We’re leaving, Y/N.” He muttered through his teeth, practically dragging you out of the bar.
“Let go of me, Seth.” You sighed, too drunk to respond angrily. He hadn’t showed up for more than five minutes and he already gave you a pounding headache.
“What the fuck are you doing here? This drunk! With Baron fucking Corbin.” He seethed, looking into your eyes.
“Drinking. Cause you’re not man enough to fucking call me and talk to me and my broken heart!” You yelled, the memory causing your eyes to water.
“Cover up.” He shook his head, taking off his hoodie and slipping it on you. You were too drunk to properly do it yourself, in his eyes. He fixed your messed up hair, scooping you up into his arms and heading towards his car.
“Don’t pick me up like that, the swinging makes me nauseous.” You whined, despite resting your head on his chest.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have downed every single bottle the bar carried.” He responded angrily, shaking his head. “How was this a good idea? What if he took advantage of you! Who was going to help you?”
You didn’t respond. Baron wasn’t that kind of guy, but maybe some others were. Nevertheless, you were too tired to argue.
“Stop talking so loud. I’ll get a headache.” You mumbled, clinging to his shirt. A little smile painted your face once the smell of his cologne hit you. “I missed you…”
He didn’t respond.
Once you got home he helped you inside, leading you towards the couch and gently sitting you down.
“I’m not thaaaaaat drunk, Rollins. I won’t break.” You smirked, laying down on the couch.
“You clearly are thaaaat drunk if you can’t see how drunk you are.” He countered, squatting down next to you and taking off your heels.
“Why are you doing this? We’re not together. I was just another girl having fun at the bar.” You spoke quietly, your eyes shutting at this point.
“You’re not just another girl…” He mumbled, getting up. You didn’t hear him speak for a few minutes, confused up until he returned with some comfortable clothes.
He helped you sit up, unzipping your dress and pulling it off your body. You quickly covered up before realizing how stupid you looked.
“I’ve seen it all, Y/N. I’m just trying to get you in something comfortable, I promise. That dress looks like it’s gonna crack a rib or two.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
You nodded, still extremely embarrassed and for some reason, vulnerable. You saw the look on his face, though. You two might be over, but you knew well what was going on in his mind.
You placed your foot on his chest, holding him back for a second as you leaned back against the couch. You giggled at the confused look he gave you, biting your lip.
“Kiss me.” You whispered, looking into his eyes.
“God, you’re so drunk.” He groaned softly, easily moving your leg away and sitting you up again. “No. Now let me finish helping you get dressed.”
You whined, pouting as he unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side. He quickly slipped one of his t-shirts on you, following it with a pair of sweats.
“There. You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.” You mumbled sleepily, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He nodded, collecting your clothes and neatly setting them aside.
Once you woke up you found yourself in bed with Seth.
It was still early in the morning, but you’d been sleeping for much longer than him, you assumed. You tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable again.
“Y/N?” He groaned, turning around and looking over at you.
“Yeah.” You whispered, studying his face.
“You good?” He asked quietly, his eyes still shut.
“Yeah.” You repeated, nodding even though he couldn’t see you.
You wanted nothing more than to scoot closer to him and talk to him about what’s happening. You ran through every possible way to do it, when to do it, how to do it, until eventually some more time passed. Whether it was the alcohol or you, you had no idea, but you decided to wake him up and talk to him.
“Seth…” You whispered, gently shaking him.
“Seth… Why don’t you wanna marry me?” You spoke softly, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. He was facing the other direction and you were practically resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you so much…” You continued, trying your best not to get emotional. “I just… I know for you it means nothing and it’s a ‘piece of paper,’ but I just wanna be your wife. I wanna take care of you and love you and I want to call you my husband. I wanna spend all my days with you. I don’t know how else to tell you how much I love you.” You were sobbing at this point. Alcohol played a part.
“Y/N…” He sighed, turning over to look at you. “Don’t cry…”
“I can’t.” You sniffled, wiping some of your tears. “I want to be truly yours more than anything else in the world.”
“You know how I feel….” He warned, unsure of what else to tell you.
You moved closer to him, looking into his eyes. You didn’t want to speak anymore. You moved slightly closer, gently pressing your lips against his. He returned your kiss instantly, and with a lot more passion before he came to his senses and pulled away.
You spoke before he could, resting your hand against his neck.
“Just kiss me. Just put everything aside and kiss me, Seth. Please.”
He hesitated for a second before kissing you hard, causing you to moan into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his hands roaming your body.
The night progressed, and whether it was the alcohol, the broken heart, or the poor judgement, you forgot to tell him that you’d missed a few pills since you guys called it quits.
It wouldn’t let me tag some people, so sorry! I don’t know why.