Elijah Hewson x f!reader | series masterlistÂ
warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking, some what misogamy, panic attack.
preview: you found out who was in your corner, turns out it's a random asshole, right?
Great. All I wanted tonight was my own company, and I donât think Iâm going to get that. When I finally reached the balcony, I didn't know who, but there was someone there. I could faintly make something out, it was a guy for sure, he had some sort of dress boots on, some pants and what seemed to be a leather jacket. Very original I thought to myself. I could also make out his wavy hair. Due to the cigarette in his mouth, illuminating a very small amount of his face.
I decided I would join him on the balcony, but just ignore him. He probably was going to do the same so it didn't really matter. I walked over the right side of the balcony minding my own business. I opened my jacket and pulled out a joint and my Amy Winehouse lighter. I lit the joint, and watched as the end lit up. I inhaled slowly and let the smoke take over my lungs. And slowly feeling it reach my head. And when I finally began feeling like I have a moment to myself. I was interrupted, again.
"Uh, you don't happen to have a lighter do ya?" the man asked
What was it with not being able to be left alone today. I rolled my eyes and took a moment to breathe. Itâs fine, youâre fine I was repeating to myself. What idiot doesnât bring a lighter on himself but comes up here to smoke, I also thought to myself.
âyeah, uh sureâ I replied, hoping this was the last and final interaction with someone who wasnât my sister. I pulled out my lighter, and turned around to face him, since my back was towards him.
I handed him the lighter, and saw as he now lit a joint. Then he inhaled the smoke from the joint, and blew it out in my face. I wasnât one with a low tolerance, but the smoke clouded around me, and I choked up. He looked over at me and laughed, âYou canât handle smoke or what?â He asked, almost sounding like he was laughing in my face. What the hell was his problem. âWhat are you even talking about?â I asked. âWell you got all choked up when I blew the smoke in your face, you think youâre too much of a saint to be around people who smokeâ he spoke.
âDo you know how to mind your own businessâ I spoke. âWhat, a little comment ruffled your angle wingsâ he replied. âWhat lets you think you can say all this shit to me?â I asked. âSheesh, I was trying to make conversation with my balcony partner.â He replied. âGuess youâre too soft for a normal conversationâ he spoke under his breath.
Great this random fucker was killing my high, after be the joke of his high. I could tell he was the type of dude to mix all types of drugs and alcohol just to reach a new high, and would probably wake up tomorrow like nothing happened.
âLet me guess, you donât drink either, you think itâs too bitterâ he spoke laughing after he made that remark. âWhat the fuck is your deal, canât you go bother someone else dudeâ I replied. Trying to remain calm, knowing that these types of guys are everywhere, and are the worst.
âItâs Elijahâ he spoke. âI donât care about your name, can you just leaveâ I said. âWell sweetheart, I was actually here first so, if someoneâs leaving itâs not going to be meâ he looked over at me and blew out smoke in my face once more.
That was it, if he opened his mouth one more time he wasnât going to be able to see after I was done with him. So I took the last hit of my very much not done blunt and blew it out in his face. After that i left the blunt in the ash tray near the edge. I turned around and begin to walk out of the balcony. I was then met with the music that was playing from within the club. As well as the growing amount of bodies that were inside this building.
I headed down the stairs, passing by different groups of people, such as friends, groupies and couples.They were all squished in different corners of the club. I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and made my way to the dance floor to find Lena. Once I had a moment to realize what they were playing I realized why Lena wanted to come to the club tonight. They were playing what sounded like early EDM hits. Which was one of her favorite genres.
I was now on a different mission, to find my drunken sister and try to get her to leave with me. I began walking into the sea of people who were trying to dance to the beat or just too gone for their own good, and jumping around to the song. I eventually found her with a group of girls, which made me feel a bit better. I saw her from where I was standing, which was only a few feet away. I walked into the middle of her group, and yelled her name to get her attention.
Lena turned her head and saw me, we made eye contact and she said something to her group, probably something like she'll be right back. Then she made her way towards me. "Took you long enough to join us" Lena replied as she giggled after. "Lena I think we have to go" I spoke. "What are you talking about silly?, we just got here" she replied. "Lena, please I'm being serious, I don't want to leave you alone" I said. "Y/n, are you being serious?, what's got you so worked up?" she asked. This is exactly what I didn't want her to ask, but here we are. "Um, I think I just need to go to the bathroom" I replied. completely ignoring her question.
This is going exactly as I planned, no it wasn't. Why are drunk people so fussy. And on top of that I needed to get out of here, as soon as possible before I did something I would regret. Then it hit me, Elliot. Thank god for Elliot being obsessed with my sister. I headed over to the bar to ask for a favor. And hoping he would say yes.
"Hey Elliot" I spoke as I was in front of him, "Oh, uh hey Lena's friend", "I have $100 bucks, wanna do a favor for me?", I asked. I basically looked desperate as I was practically leaning over the bar for this guy to say yes. "Um, depends, because if it's something illegal like dru-" I cut him off before he could blab my ear off. Jeez this kid needed to lose up I thought. "No Elliot, can you watch Lena and drop her off at my place?" I asked. He looked like he was thinking for a second, "Um, s-sure but, like can I even trust you like I just met-" , "Elliot, I'm her sister" I cut him off once again. I pulled my phone to look through my camera roll for a "family" photo. I found one of all three of us, my dad, Lena, and I when we went Las Vegas, right before my rehab trip. "Look, it's Lena, our dad and I" I said showing him the photo. "Oh. Ok, well how do I know where to go?" he asked. I then grabbed a napkin and a pen I had in my jacket and wrote the address to our apartment on it, and handed it back to him. "Now, she better be back in one piece and alive" I told him. "Yes, of course she will be home safe" he replied looking a bit scared of me. "Good, or I will find you, thanks a million Elliot!" I replied very enthusiastic, then left.
Now I actually needed to get out, or at least try to ground myself. I paced to one of the bathrooms that were available, and of course there was a stupid line. So I decided to cut the line. I'm not super proud, but I needed at least one moment to myself "Hey what the hell dude!" the random chick I cut yelled, as I walked into bathroom and closed the door behind me, as fast as I could to avoid getting hurt. Once I walked in, the fluorescent lights lit up the mirror by the sink. It was all scratched up, and had tons of stickers that were placed in random places within this bathroom.
I could feel the panic start to rise, as I place my hands on the outer edge of the sink. I felt so stupid, one stupid alcohol comment from some dude, and I'm all triggered up, as if I left rehab yesterday. But I've been sober almost 10 months. Come on ,I knew better than this, I've been through worse, why was this minor comment shaking me up so much I thought. Did I look like an alcoholic?, Did I look sick again? all these thoughts were racing and before I knew it, I was forgetting to breathe.
my therapy technique, it was kind of corny, but I didn't care right now. All I wanted was the feeling of air coming back into my lungs. 5 things I see. My reflection, the lights, a " I LOVE NYC" sticker, the sink, and my hands. 4 things I can touch, the water on the edge of sink, my bracelets, my palms, and my beating chest. 3 things I hear, the buzz of the lights, loud conversations, and even louder music. 2 things I smell, the pink bubble gum soap for your hands, and the weird smells emitting from the bathroom. 1 thing I could taste, the now sour taste of the weed in my mouth.
I finally felt like I was coming down, I looked myself in the mirror once more, and placed my hands under the sink, until I could put the coldest water option available in this crappy bathroom. After rising them under water for a few seconds, I placed a small amount of water behind my earlobes, that always seem to ground that last part of me. One final look in my reflection to confirm I was alive and ok. I then walked out of the bathroom, and decided it was time for me to go.
I made my way out of the long line for the bathroom, past the dance floor, and finally past the bar, I was almost out. I was walking towards the doors to head out when a group 4 guys crashed into me, almost collapsing on top of me. I feel to the ground, and saved them from a fall. When I got up, I tapped on the closet one to me, he was a bit taller than me, and had what looked like to be coiled hair, and a beard, "Can you guys watch your damn step" He looked back at me, with doe eyes, and what seemed like a genuine guilt. "Oh shit, sorry we didn't' mean any harm, my friend here was in a hurry please forgive us" he replied. And once he moved I saw who his "friend" was. And thanks to the universe, It was that asshole from the balcony.
We made contact, but before he could say a word I beat him to it. "Oh fuck off" I said, and pushed through their group and the group of people waiting to leave. Finally making it outside to the fresh air, and It hit me like a wave, making me feel stable again. I began walking back home, trying to forget about this nightmare of a night out. I hope to never see those people again I thought to myself.
