#elisonmontgomery

Text --> Mon Chou

Henrik hadn't meant to go out, he hadn't meant to drink, he hadn't meant to get lost, but here he was having done all three. He seemed to have his keys, wallet, and phone still on him so things couldn't be to bad, right? Wrong. Henrik had already puked twice tonight and he was no closer to getting home than when he left the club. Shivering, nauseous, and about to cry, he pressed the first speed dial contact he had and waited for a voice on the other end to pick up. "Ellie?" Henrik whimpered, holding the phone with shaking hands. "I'm lost," except his words were heavily slurred, "I scared, I'm...I'm not feely good, Ellie." Pulling away from the phone to dry heave, Henrik pulled it back to his ear again. "Can you come pick me up?"