Too Close // E.D. (Requested)
Summary: Requested by Rihaana @legendaryrunawaybear, Ethan gets overprotective of you at a party.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, fluff
“Remember, don’t separate from me, Rihaana. I want you to stay close to me.”
Your boyfriend wrapped a secure arm around your waist as he led you over to the front door where the party would be taking place - already there are bundles of drunken college students stumbling around and drinking their worries away. Normally you didn’t like parties, but Ethan here convinced you to attend one with him - though reluctantly. His friends desperately wanted to meet you, begging him time after time for him to take you to one and he finally gave in. He had only planned to stay here for about an hour, maybe even less, as you were the innocent type, plus you both had final exams you wanted to study for together.
“I’m sure it’s going to be fine, E,” you giggled, leaning into his touch as he guided you into the alcohol-infused house. “These people seem harmless.”
“Trust me, baby, any human’s perfectly capable of being harmful,” he warned, eyeing down a guy behind you who had his eyes staring at a certain area of your body.
You raised an eyebrow. “Even you?”
“Especially me, but only if they touch my baby girl,” Ethan muttered, shooting daggers at the onlooker who quickly looked away. “Now, Rihaana, don’t take drinks from strangers. If you want one ask me, or get one yourself-”
“E, I’m not stupid,” you interrupted with a laugh, rolling your eyes as you leaned in and pecked his cheek. “I’m not planning on drinking tonight, we’re just here to meet your friends, remember? Where are they, anyway?”
“Somewhere probably doing something stupid,” he sighed, moving you guys forward again and pushing past bundles of people to get the kitchen. From there you could see a group of rowdy young adults surrounding a key, with some girls off to the side playing ping pong while simultaneously cheering on their other friends getting shit-faced. Ethan shook his head at their behavior and pushed forward, greeting them, “Hey guys.”
“Dolan!” one guy with tussled long blonde hair exclaimed, his words slurred to the point where anyone could tell he was definitely inebriated. His green eyes moved to you. “Ooh! And Ethan’s lover.”
You smiled shyly. “Hi, I’m Rihaana.”
“Oh, we know,” another guy spoke teasingly, this time with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. “E-tee here talks about you all the time.”
“Rihaana, these two imbeciles here are Jack and Craig,” Ethan huffed, glaring at his two friends. He then motioned to the two girls who smiled at you kindly. “And this is Rachel and Lina.”
“Nice to meet you guys!” you chirped, soon swarmed by the ladies.
“C’mon, Rihaana, let’s dance,” Lina smiled, grabbing at your hand.
Ethan frowned, immediately moving to reach for you. “Actually guys, I don’t really think that’s a good-”
Rachel scoffed, “Oh come on E, let the girl have fun!”
You smiled at Ethan assuringly, who still looked extremely reluctant. “I promise it’ll be quick, E, I’ll be back real soon.”
Before giving him a chance to respond, the girls pulled you away and towards the dance floor. Though not really having done this before, you managed to get into the groove of the music with the help of Rachel and Lina, and encouraged you excitingly. Just as you were finally letting loose, you felt a pair of hands grip your hips but when you turned to look up, it wasn’t Ethan as you had initially thought but some random guy.
You pushed him away instantly and spoke assertively, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”
The guy smirked. “I don’t see a boyfriend anywhere.”
“‘Cause he’s right fucking behind you,” an angry voice growled out, the guy turning to an aggressive Ethan. “You’re standing a little too close to my girl, buddy.”
“So?” the guy chuckled, reaching out to grab at you again. “I can do whatever I-”
He didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence, as Ethan swung and strung him right in the jaw. The guy grunted and fell to the ground, and a group of nosy party attendants swarmed around the scene gasping and chanting “fight!” Ethan grabbed your hand with his non-bruised one and began tugging you out of the crowd, fury still written all over his face even as he led you both over to his car.
“Ethan, calm down,” you attempted to smooth over, just as you both leaned against the side of the door.
“I can’t fucking calm down! The guy touched you, Rihaana,” he grumbles, kicking a nearby rock to the side as he ran a frustrating hand through his hair. “I knew taking you here was a bad idea.”
“He was one stupid, gross guy, E. I’m fine, I promise,” you murmured, clutching onto his shoulders as you brought your face closer to his. “I’m just glad I got to meet your friends... who should have told me how overprotective you are.”
“Nothing wrong with making sure my baby’s safe,” he huffed.
You cupped his cheek and chuckled softly, leaning in closer to him. “Of course not, babe. Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he smiled, closing the gap between you both before pressing his lips against yours. The kiss lasted for a couple of seconds before he whispered, “Let’s go home, yeah?”
“Oh E,” you grinned, basking in the warmth of his proximity. “I’m already there.”
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