Hi, everyone!

Hope we are all well and looking forward to the weekend whatever you're doing. After a week of illness I'm finally starting to feel so much better. I've spent a lot of time in bed with Disney movies, WWE Network and anime. They always do the trick to make me feel better.

This chapter is named after 'Drunk' by Ed Sheeran

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

When we finally made it backstage, I let out the hugest sigh of relief, my body feeling a weight lifted off its shoulders. I held my hand to my chest, feeling my heart pounding beneath, willing my body to calm down now the segment was over.

Even though The Shield were there and even though I knew Hunter would have never let anything bad happen, that had been, without a doubt, one of the most terrifying and nerve-wracking experiences of my life. To stand face to face with a wrestler, an angry and tough one at that, was petrifying. It was like a death wish, as if I was asking for trouble. It had been crazy and foolish, and the relief that flooded my body now I knew it was all over was over-whelming.

I couldn't believe my brother had voluntarily put me in that situation and risked me like that. Yeah, The Shield boys had shown up at the perfect time, but I couldn't help think what if? I could have been seriously hurt, and I felt a little anger towards Hunter for exposing me to circumstances like that. I wouldn't do something as stupid as confronting Sheamus like that again.

Hunter was there to greet me the second I appeared in the gorilla.

"Holly, that was amazing," he beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "I couldn't have done it better myself. What a debut!"

"Yeah," I said through heavy and nervous breaths. "Glad it went well."

"It went fantastic. The crowd were engaged and it was the most dramatic and cool way to debut The Shield. The fans already love them."

"Good," I breathed, my hands still visibly shaking from the nerves.

"And that Hounds Of Justice comment, I liked it! Definitely a nick-name we can use going forward."

"Great, Hunter," I said as The Shield finally made their way backstage. "That's great."

"Boys!" he grinned, welcoming them with open arms, clearly pleased with their appearance. "Welcome to the WWE!"

"Thanks, Hunter," smiled Seth, shaking my brother's hand. "That couldn't have gone any better."

"If the WWE Universe didn't know who you were before, they certainly do now," my brother chuckled.

I leaned against the wall and noticed a few bottles of water beside the monitors backstage. I reached over for one, downing half the bottle in one gulp, needing something to get rid of my dry mouth and the lump building in my throat. I was slowly calming down, but my legs still felt like jelly.

The Shield and my brother continued to talk, Ambrose slyly looking over at me mid-conversation. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in my nervous and terrified form. I downed the rest of the water, threw the empty bottle on the floor and reached for another.

I met his gaze, offering him a somewhat weak smile.

"You okay?" I saw him mouth subtly to me.

I nodded at him, letting him know I was as good as good could be considering the circumstances. Not wanting to wait around for Sheamus to emerge backstage, I got up off the wall and slowly made my way to my locker room, wanting nothing more than to calm down, get out of the building and cure my sorrows with a stiff drink.

xXx

"That shit looked scary, Holly," said Sasha, taking a sip of her white wine. "I'm a wrestler and even I wouldn't have gone up against Sheamus like that."

"The bastard is insane," commented Paige, swigging from her beer bottle. "I'd have literally shit myself."

"I almost did," I joked, knocking back my third double whiskey of the evening. "I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life."

The three of us were currently sitting in a local bar, enjoying our drinks on a corner table. Our table quiet and out of the way, me and my friends keeping ourselves to ourselves, not wanting to draw attention to where we were since the locals knew the WWE were in town. All we wanted was a quiet drink and a time to relax. And as much as I loved meeting fans, signing an autograph and posing for photos with them, I wanted to be left alone tonight so I could enjoy a drink with my girls.

I'd been friends with Paige and Sasha Banks for a few years now, ever since they both made their way to developmental and NXT. We were all of similar age, had very similar interests, and ironically all had heel personas within the WWE. So whenever I needed to relax or chill or hang out, they were both my first port of call. Plus Paige could drink like a fish and always seemed to know the best bars in town, even if she'd never been there before.

"Sheamus is like an unexploded bomb," Sasha commented. "He lies there dormant and silent, but he can go off at any moment. And when he does, he completely explodes. There's no half measures with him. He's either quiet and timid, or he flies totally off the handle."

"And I was about to receive the latter," I sighed, raising my hand to the bar tender, indicating to him to bring over another double JD.

"Good job those Shield boys were there, huh?" Paige commented, Sasha and I both nodding in agreement. "Who are they anyway? I don't remember them at all from developmental."

"That's because they were never there," I said as the bartender brought over my drink. I downed it in one, asking for a large glass of wine before he left. I'd had a nerve-wracking and shit night; alcohol was needed in great quantities right now.

Sasha's eyebrows furrowed. "But… how can they have not been there? You go to Florida, you train in the performance centre, you fight in NXT and if you're lucky you get called up to the main roster."

"Nope," I said, leaning back in my seat, the rush of whiskey going straight to my head. It felt amazing. "Hunter has discovered them from nowhere and brought them straight to the main roster. Even I didn't know who they were till an hour before the show."

"Shit," said Paige in surprise. "They must be good to come from nowhere just like that."

"Well they seemed impressive during your segment, Holly," Sasha noted. "Everyone was watching backstage. A lot of the guys were impressed."

The bartender brought over my glass of wine and I drank a quarter of it. "I'm just glad they showed up when they did. I'm still not happy with Hunter for putting me in that position. Anything could have happened, Sheamus isn't one to restrain himself. If The Shield had been only a second or two late then I could have been hit with a brogue kick."

"But you weren't," argued Sasha. "They showed up and they saved you. I know it was a bit of a shit trick to throw you to the lion like that, but you could tell they were never going to let anything happen to you."

"It doesn't feel that easy when you're in that ring in front of the Irishman though," I said, drinking more of my wine, loving the haziness my brain was feeling. It was numbing, it was relaxing, and it was helping me forget the anger and fear I'd felt all night.

"You could have been hurt, sure," explained Paige. "But you weren't. Instead you were saved by three built, strong and rather hot guys instead. In my opinion, it wasn't a bad night at all."

I shrugged. "I suppose it could have been worse."

"But it wasn't," Paige smiled. "So let's switch the sadness off, order more drinks and fucking enjoy ourselves."

I couldn't help but smile at the English woman's enthusiasm. She was right. Even though tonight had been shit in one sense, it had been fantastic in another. Yes, Sheamus had gotten angry and I'd been scared out of my skin, but no harm had come to me, The Shield's debut had been a success, and it wasn't so bad having three gorgeous men to swoop in and rescue you.

So I resigned myself to having fun and enjoying myself. I'd forget the fear and the horror and I'd enjoy my evening with my girls. So we all raised our glasses, laughed and smiled, and continued to let the drinks flow.

xXx

It was about 5am when my taxi finally dropped me off at my hotel. Sasha and Paige were staying elsewhere so I'd been made to get my own cab. I threw whatever money I had at the driver, not really sure if I'd given him five dollars or fifty dollars, grabbed my purse and practically fell out of the vehicle, giggling my head off.

I was drunk.

I was totally and utterly drunk.

When Paige had suggested we ordered more drinks and enjoy ourselves, little did we know what we were getting ourselves into. We had seriously gone to town and had ordered way more drinks than we probably should have.

I picked myself up off the floor and began to stumble into the hotel lobby, hoping I could remember my room number. The lobby and reception desk were empty due to the time of morning, so thankfully nobody was there to see me in my inebriated state. I wobbled on my feet, the room swirling as I moved, the alcohol taking it's full effects. I couldn't help but giggle as I looked at a lamp on the reception counter, seeing it spin, much like the room.

I stumbled towards it, tripping over my own feet and falling rather ungraciously to the floor. Thankfully it was covered in carpet so I didn't hurt myself, but the contents of my purse spilt out everywhere, my phone falling out, coins scattering everywhere, a lipstick rolling around. I put everything back in my purse, laughing as I watched the rolling makeup product, trying to chase it down, my drunkenness meaning I could barely move.

"Come back, little lipstick," I said as I attempted to crawl, my legs not wanting to work. "Don't you go running off."

I was too busy chasing my lipstick to hear the elevator ding as it arrived, Dean Ambrose stepping out of it, dressed in gym gear, a gym bag in his hands. He walked past me, stopping in his tracks when he saw me attempting and failing to chase down the rolling lipstick.

"Holly? What the fuck are you doing?" Dean asked me, his eyes full of confusion, not exactly sure why I was sprawled across the lobby floor. "It's 5 in the fucking morning."

I looked up at the sound of his voice, a drunken gormless look on my face. I blinked as my drunken eyes finally focused on his faced.

"Oh! Hi, Dean," I said, grinning cheerily. "Well I dropped my bag on the floor and my lipstick rolled away and I tried to get to get it but my legs stopped working! They, like, stopped working!"

"Are you drunk?" he asked me, squatting down beside me, checking me over, no doubt because I was on the floor and he probably thought I was hurt.

"Only like a teeny bit," I said, showing a measurement using my index finger and thumb. "I tried to stop, but Paige kept buying me drinks and it's hard to say no. Oh look! The lipstick stopped rolling."

I successfully crawled towards it this time, grabbing it and slipping it into my bag.

"Right, I think you need to go to bed," he sighed. "And soon before you wake up the entire fucking hotel."

"You swear a lot," I noted as he put his hands under my armpits and slowly dragged me to my feet, putting an arm around my waist to keep me steady and upright.

"Yeah, well that's because I'm not used to babysitting my boss's drunken little sister," he said, walking us slowly to the elevator.

"I told you, I'm only a teeny bit drunk," I said. "It's not even that bad."

"Is that why I found you attempting to crawl across a carpet to chase a lipstick?" he smirked, guiding us both into the elevator.

"Hey, I got it, didn't I?" I argued.

"You certainly did," he said as the doors closed. "Now what floor is your room on?" he asked.

"I'm on… uh… floor… Hmmm…"

I racked my brain as hard as I could, but all I could see was a haze and swirls, my brain not fully concentrating on the task at hand.

"You don't remember do you?" he asked.

"I do… it's uh… erm…"

"Look, where's your room key?" he asked. "The room number is on there."

"In my pocket," I said, fishing around in my jeans pocket. My face dropped when I came up blank. It wasn't there.

He sighed. "You've forgotten it, haven't you?"

I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Well… what do you mean by forgotten?"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Right," he said, his brain thinking. "I'm going to have to take you back to mine and boy's room. I can't leave you out here like this." He pressed the button for floor three and the elevator began to move.

I leaned against him, unable to fully hold my weight on my legs since they felt like jelly. I knew this was the point where the joyfulness and the idea of feeling on air disappeared and the sleepiness and beginnings of the hangover set in. I yawned, the gentle humming of the moving elevator helping to lull and sooth me.

"Dean?" I said, my voice meek and timid.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm drunk."

"You don't say," he smirked. "And why do you think that is?"

"I drank too much," I replied as the elevator came to a halt and the door opened. Holding me close, his hand resting firmly on my waist, Dean carefully guided us out the doors and down the corridor. I watched my feet the whole time, making sure I moved one in front of the other, being super careful not to trip over myself.

"And what are you gonna do in the future?" he asked as we finally reached the door to room 303.

"Never drink again," I replied, suddenly feeling sorry for myself now the happiness had worn off.

He chuckled lightly. "By all means drink again, just drink in moderation next time, okay?" he suggested. "It's not good to get yourself in this state."

I sighed. "My brother is gonna kill me."

"No he's not," he replied, pulling his room key out of his pocket, unlocking the door. "I won't say a thing and I have a feeling you aren't gonna want to mention this to him either. So instead you're gonna rest up, get yourself better and we won't mention this again."

"Okay," I said as we stepped inside. The room was dark when we entered, the curtains closed since it was so early in the morning. I could just about make out the outline of the sofas, table and kitchen area. I could hear Roman snoring from one of the bedrooms and so assumed both he and Seth were still asleep.

"Come on, there's a bed in here," he said, guiding me to another door. "The sofa is as uncomfortable as hell." He opened the door and let me in. I immediately sat on the bed as he went to his suitcase, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He placed them beside me and I looked up at him questioningly. "They're far comfier to sleep in than jeans."

"Thanks," I said, pulling them onto my lap. "Is this your bed?"

"Yep," he said, pulling his bedroom curtains closed in order to darken up the room.

I smirked. "Do you always bring girls to your bed without question?" The tiredness and come down may have begun, but the alcohol was still in my system. I was still able to be cheeky.

"Trust me, when I bring girls into my bed, I much prefer them when they aren't so drunk that they can barely walk. I prefer my women a little more switched on when I fuck them."

I blushed and nodded my head, accepting his point. "Touché," I replied.

He turned to me. "Now get changed and get some sleep. I think you need it."

I yawned as I took my shoes off. "Okay."

"I'm going back down to the gym, so sleep for as long as you need to," he said.

"Thanks, Dean," I smiled as he headed towards the door.

"Rest up, kid," he said, turning the handle.

"Oh, Dean," I asked, just before he left.

He turned to face me. "What?"

"Thanks for promising to not say anything to my brother," I smiled.

He chuckled lightly. "I'll see you when you wake up, Holly."

And with that he gave me a wink and left the room, closing the door behind him. Within minutes I was changed so I snuggled into the bed, wrapping myself in the quilt, falling asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

A huge thanks to R1verdance, Hollarious969, Littlefirequeen, Tantoune, sebastianm101, dutchangel1979 and BrookelynnMV27 for their kind words about the last chapter.

R1verdance – So sweet of you to say. I definitely want to portray Dean's lunatic and darker side throughout this story.

Hollarious969 – It's something I've not read or thought about myself either. So I figured I'd give the bad guys a go, and I have to say I'm really enjoying it.

Littlefirequeen – Thank you for reading my other stories. I hope you're enjoying this one just as much

Tantoune – Dean is definitely swoonworthy! He's a hot ball of lunatic goodness. Thank you for the constant support and love

Sebastianm101 – Glad you're enjoying it. Things are only going to get more interesting.

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