not taking advantage : d.d
brief summary: during a night out, you end up too drunk to handle yourself so david offers to drive you home. there’s always been something between you two, but with sobriety out of the window, you finally have the confidence to say something
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requested: yes by a really lovely anon and this idea melts my heart
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“Come on, you gotta get in the car.” Two pairs of arms take yours as they attempt to remove you from the club and up the flight of stairs.
Giggling, you fall heavy in their arms as they groan. “God, she’s being a real deadweight tonight.” Jeff states and you shoot him a look.
“Are you calling me fat?” You slur, struggling to focus on him as he looks past you and over to David. “‘Cause that’s rude and I hate you.” You comment, hearing David giggle beside you.
“Look if we get her in the car I can get her home. She’ll be asleep before she knows it.” David states to Jeff as they manage to get you out of the club, the cool air hitting you as you start to shiver drastically.
“Where did my jacket go?” You speak up as you’re somehow able to stand up straight with a lot of help from the boys.
David’s eyes widen as he looks back at everyone else, seeing confused expressions and shoulders shrugging in response. “Erm, you didn’t bring a jacket, Y/n.” Carly calls out, and you giggle to yourself.
“Oh yeah.” You state dumbfounded before leaning more onto David as you mumble the lyrics to one of the songs you heard throughout the night. “Where are we going now?” You pout as you turn back, seeing everyone going into separate cars.
“Where’s my baby gone?” Zane yells out whilst you’re being escorted into David’s car, hidden from his view.
Much to David’s dismay, you didn’t miss Zane’s comment. “Zane, I’ll see you at the house?!” You yell as Jeff lifts you up, sliding his arms under your legs as he helps you into the passenger seat.
“They’ll see you there, Y/n.” Jeff tells you with a smile as you roll your head to the side, almost falling across and onto David’s lap as he slides into the driver’s seat.
Closing the doors, David starts the car whilst you curl up against the window.
He glances over, checking to make sure you’ve not passed out. But he can see your eyes flickering as you follow the flashing lights and street lamps. Under the illumination, he can’t deny how beautiful you are, even if he won’t say it aloud it’s always a thought floating through his mind.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You snap him from his daze, watching as a pink tint crosses his cheeks making you laugh under your breath.
David relaxes his grip on the wheel, leaning back in his chair as he looks your way, seeing you’re looking right back at him curiously.
“How come you got so drunk tonight?” He questions with concern, seeing how much you drank in the space of mere minutes whereas you normally pace yourself, enjoy the night. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you so wasted.” He tries to joke, but he can see you sinking into the chair.
“Just some shit I have goin’ on.” You mumble, not wanting to get into it. “But that doesn’t matter, I’m having fun, alright.” You whine as you look back out of the window, ignoring his eyes on you through the reflection.
“I’m only asking because I care.” He comments, shrugging a shoulder as you turn back to face him, an eyebrow raised.
You shuffle closer, seeing the corners of his lips rise into a small smile. “I’m sorry, you have to repeat that I didn’t quite hear it.” You manage to joke coherently and despite the tequila on your breath, David doesn’t mind you being quite so close.
“You heard me, Y/n/n.” He teases, reaching out as he rests his hand on yours, giving it a light squeeze before returning it to the wheel, leaving you to look down at your empty hand.
“Wait where are we?” You realise as you look outside of the window this isn’t the route to David’s house. A sense of panic fills your systems as your eyes widen and breathing becomes heavy.
“Hey, hey,” He calls out, resting his hand on your thigh as he strokes it slowly, watching as your breathing slows back down to a normal rate. “we’re taking you home.”
Shaking your head in protest you cross your arms. “But I don’t wanna go home.” You state, slouching in the passenger seat as David shrugs his shoulders.
“I’m only following orders.” David admits, holding his hands up in defence. You shoot him a look and he sighs. “Okay so they’re my orders, but still gotta follow them.”
He watches as you roll your eyes before he pulls up outside of your driveway, parking his car behind yours. “Oh good my cars still here.” You sound surprised as the doors open and you fall out.
“Shit.” David states as he climbs over, seeing you lying on your back with your legs in the air, laughter leaving your lips.
“I’m good.” You mutter between chuckles as he holds a hand out, helping you to your feet as you stumble into his arms.
He pauses, looking down to your lips before refocusing on your eyes and how clouded over they seem. “Come on then,” He breaks the moment, resting his arm around your waist as you make your way to your front door.
As you manage to unlock your front door, you immediately slip off your boots and let out a long sigh of relief. “God nothing has ever felt so good!” You exclaim as you sway from wall to wall, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process.
David hovers by your doorway, hesitant to leave you now whilst you’re still drunk. He turns around to close the front door, only to hear a loud crash coming from your living room.
“Y/n!” He yells before running through your hallway and into your living room, finding you on the floor once again but this time you’ve taken your glass side table with you, shattering it into pieces.
“I made a boo-boo.” You tell him sadly, looking down at your hand as it is covered in blood. “Oh fuck I cut myself too.” You add and David slowly helps you up.
“Okay, just jump for me, yeah?” He rests his hands on your waist, helping you over the small shards of glass covering your floorboards. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”
Sitting down on your closed toilet, David kneels in front of you with his brows knitted together. He focuses on your hand and thankfully, it’s not a deep cut. “Now I’m needin’ stitches,” You sing quietly under your breath, hearing David chuckle.
“Luckily you won’t this time, Y/n. Not as bad as Zane I’ll admit.” He tells you, glancing up with a smile as you sleepily smile back, your eyes starting to drop.
“Dave?” You speak up and he hums in response. “How come you’ve never kissed me?” Your question catches him by surprise as he secures the gauze across your hand and stands upright.
“I, what?” He stutters over his words, looking down at you, but you remain focused on him, waiting for a response. “What’d you mean?”
You sigh loudly as you uneasily stand up in front of him. “Is there something wrong with me?” You ask sadly, averting your gaze from him and to the floor as you slide your feet across the small bath mat.
“No, no not at all, Y/n.” He reassures you, resting his hands on your arms as you look up with tears in your eyes. “I just, I don’t want to hurt you.” He mutters, focusing on you as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips once more.
“You won’t hurt me, Dave. I can handle myself.” You whisper as you edge closer, and for a moment David finds himself falling for this.
“Wait, no.” He interrupts, pulling away as he pinches the bridge of his nose, deep in thought. “I can’t, not now. You’re, you’re drunk Y/n and I don’t want this to be how it happens.” David sighs under his breath, walking out from your bathroom as you remain still.
Lifting your fingers to your lips, you can feel where his lips ghosted yours mere seconds ago. But now he’s wandering through your house, trying to calm himself down.
Walking out from the bathroom, you head down the stairs to find him in the kitchen, nursing a glass of water. “David, I, I’m sorry.” You speak up, and he turns to face you.
“No, you don’t have to be.” He tells you, remaining by the sink whilst you stay equidistance away at the doorway. “I just, I don’t want to take advantage of you like this.” He repeats himself and you nod, feeling the tension rising between you.
“I get it. I’m drunk, it’ll be some mistake and we’ll always feel weird ‘bout it.” You shrug your shoulder, trying to make the sting less intense.
David places the glass down as he walks toward you, leaning against the opposite frame with his hands resting in his pockets. “Y/n, I’ll be honest.” He starts and you nod, preparing yourself for the worst. “I, I really like you, and I don’t want to ruin what we have.” He explains and you lift your head up, evidently caught by surprise.
“Wait, you like me?” You blurt out as he chuckles under his breath, nodding to you. “Since when?” You question and David lifts his hand out from his pocket, scratching the back of his neck.
“Erm, for a while. But, I just don’t want to do this whilst you’re still drunk. I don’t want you to wake up and be confused as I’ve been there and it’s shit.” He rambles, seeing you nod along.
“I get it, Dave.” You smile softly to him. “We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” You suggest and he smiles back.
“That sounds good.” He answers, feeling his heart swell as you push yourself from the door frame and turn toward your stairs. “Wait, Y/n?”
Turning back around, you can feel yourself sobering up, but you know it’s not the right time. “What’s up?” You ask quietly as David holds his keys in his hand.
He places his keys on the key hook before moving toward you.
Before you realise it, he’s on the stairs and his lips are on yours, his hands on your cheeks as you finally react.
Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his. “Well,” You let out a breathless chuckle. “that I didn’t expect.” You admit and David chuckles too.
“I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.” He admits before lifting his head up. “I, I’ll go now.” He tells you, but you reach out, taking his hand.
“Will you stay, please?” You quietly ask and David turns back around, not needing to be asked twice.
“I’ll always stay if you ask, Y/n.” He rests his arm around you and helps you up the stairs, never wanting to let go again.
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