Hello, lovely readers!

Hope you're ready for another chapter. We left Holly and Dean in quite a bad place last chapter, so that kind of needs to be fixed. This chapter is a little longer than my others, so lets get on with it, shall we?

Raquel the writer – No he didn't. but at least Holly had some backbone to fight back and not take it lying down.

Dutchangel1979 – Going out is probably a terrible idea, especially after what happened last time she got drunk. Lets see what happens…

Guest – The course of true love never did run smooth, did it? Haha

Wolviegurl – Thank you! Heres the next chapter for you

Crazy-wild-and-free – Dean isn't exactly your boy-next-door, so it was obvious he was going to get pissed off eventually. But Holly isn't the kind of girl to take it lying down. She will stand her ground and fight back, that's what I love about her. And I love a bit of drama, especially if it's between our eventual lovebirds. Thank you for the continued support.

Alibob687 – Haha! No, I love Dean when he's being a dick. It's hot! So its definitely not weird.

Tantoune – I think it's Dean's darkside coming out, and the fact that he's never really had to give a damn about a woman before. It's like he doesn't know how to act or cope!

This chapter is named after 'Heavy In Your Arms' by Florence And The Machine

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

"Here's to girl's night!" said Sasha happily, raising her glass.

"To girl's night," replied Paige and I in unison, the three of us clinking our glasses together, taking a sip of what lay in them.

Yes, I knew I'd sworn to myself that I'd never ever go drinking with Paige again after the state I'd gotten myself into last time, and yes, I'd sworn I'd never drink to the point of complete inebriation again, but I was so pissed off and angry that I didn't care. I wanted a drink and I was going to fucking well enjoy it!

Dean Ambrose had seriously gotten under my skin with his snidey comments and his lack of sensitivity. I didn't understand what his issue was, but it was totally out of line saying what he did to me. It wasn't my fault I landed myself in so much trouble, and I didn't deserve his horrible words.

I would take the blame for some of it, after all I was the one who'd chosen to return to the hotel at 5am totally drunk. But Hunter was behind the two instances in the ring with Sheamus, Sheamus was to blame for cornering me in the corridor, and the jocks were to blame for what happened at the coffee shop.

Not me. Them!

So who the fuck did Dean Ambrose think he was belittling me and making me feel guilty for all that had happened?

He was a fucking employee, someone who was below me on the ladder and should have more respect than to speak to a Helmsley like that. One word from me to my brother and I could have the bastard on his ass out of the door. He'd be jobless and unemployed. Nobody talks to their boss like that unless they have a fucking deathwish. Not only was he insane, but he was an absolute idiot!

But I wouldn't do that because I wasn't a dick, I wasn't a total prick. I actually had manners and didn't make others feel bad over things out of their hands. I had a conscience and I had a heart and sympathy for people, attributes he clearly didn't possess if he can say those things so easily, especially after what I'd just gone through with Sheamus.

He'd angered me so much that the sound of a drink with my girls was just what I needed. A lot of the other Superstars and Divas had descended on the bar we were in too, but we were keeping to ourselves. Tonight was girl's night after all. So I didn't care if I got drunk or not, I needed this.

"And to a night with no fucking men!" I added, drinking more of my wine.

"Ooh, what's happened to Holly to make her say something like that?" asked Paige curiously, the Brit drinking her beer.

"Nothing to worry about," I said. "But tonight I want it to be just girls. No fucking men to ruin the night like they always do."

I saw Paige and Sasha give each other a look before they leaned towards me.

"Okay, spill," said Sasha. "What is going on with our little Director of Operations?"

I sighed, wiping my finger around the rim of my glass. "Nothing," I insisted.

"Sounds like nothing," said Paige, her eyebrow raised.

"Something has obviously pissed you off," Sasha said. "I saw you in the canteen with Randy earlier, is it him?"

I shook my head. "Nothing's wrong between Randy and I."

"Course it isn't Randy," Paige said. "The bloke fancies the arse off her. He wouldn't upset her like that."

I blushed furiously and glared at Paige. "No he doesn't. Randy and I are friends. Always have been, always will be."

She rolled her eyes. "For you, maybe. The way he acts clearly says otherwise."

"Then has your brother done anything?" Sasha pried, thankfully diverting the conversation to someone else.

"Is there ever a day when Hunter hasn't done something to piss me off?" I smirked. "I'm far too used to his bullshit now to be pissed off by everything he does. If I did I'd spend my entire life in a constant depression."

"Hmmm," said Sasha, tapping her finger thoughtfully against her chin. "What about The Shield? I know they helped you on Raw, but have they said something wrong?"

I lifted my wine glass to my lips. "I couldn't give a shit about The Shield," I said before quickly downing the contents of my glass.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner," said Paige. "Which one was it? I bet it was that brunette. What's his name? Dean?"

"Yes. And how did you guess?" I asked with a smirk. Paige knew me far too well.

"Because the guy looks fucking insane," she replied. "Did you not see his face when he squared up to Sheamus on Monday? I honestly thought he was going to murder the guy."

"What's he done?" Sasha asked.

I looked at her, resting my elbows on the table and leaning forward. "He's so strange. One minute he's saving me, one minute he's taking care of me and actually looking out for me. Then the next he's talking to me as if I'm a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe. He was the same with Randy. He has this confidence about himself which is intriguing in one way but makes him seem like an utter jackass in others."

"Sounds like an idiot to me," commented Paige.

"It's weird, because he's been a nice guy to me up until today, them bam! He totally belittles me and talks to me like I'm nothing," I said. "The words he said to me were absolutely vile. He has such a presence in the ring and I know the fans love him, but he's so hot and cold."

"Maybe he's bipolar," Paige suggested.

"It wouldn't surprise me if he was," I said.

"Well then let's enjoy our night," said Sasha. "Let's forget about Dean Ambrose and wrestling for one night and let our hair down. No men, just us girls."

"Here, here," said Paige.

"I can agree to that," I smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar to fetch another round of drinks.

xXx

A few hours and several rounds of drinks later, Paige, Sasha and I were a giggling drunken mess around our table. The drinks were flowing as freely as water, and I was having a fucking awesome time. I always did when I was with my girls, the two of them always the perfect remedy when I was feeling shit. This was why they were my best friends and always would be – because they could pick me up when I was feeling down.

It wasn't long before we chose to go for a dance on the small dance-floor within the bar, the three of us dancing around the pool of moving and sweaty bodies. We moved ourselves to the music, the flashing lights and alcohol making me feel on top of the world, my brain hazy, the room spinning drunkenly. I felt so relaxed, so tranquil, like I was ready to have more fun.

This night out was just what I needed and I'm glad I'd answered Sasha's text to come.

But as I excused myself from the girls to go outside in order to cool off and get some air, one thing couldn't escape my mind. And that was the horrible words of Dean Ambrose.

I'd tried all night to forget, I'd tried with all my might to push him from my mind and ignore what he'd said. But I couldn't, I simply couldn't. He'd gotten me so angry and so upset that the entire situation was on repeat in my brain, pissing me off even more.

I stumbled outside, the cool night air hitting me harshly, my hands holding onto the wall so as not to trip over my drunken feet. It felt amazing after being exposed to the heat of the bar so I didn't mind.

You should come with a warning above your head or something letting people know to keep away. That shit is crazy.

As I leaned back against the brick wall of the bar, Dean's word came to the forefront of my mind.

My jaw became tense as I fought to remain calm.

Just what did he mean by them? Was he saying I was a liability? A problem? Someone to be avoided? That was just plain cruel! I had never asked him to come to my aid in the situations I had been in, not once. He'd either taken it upon himself or he'd been ordered by Hunter to help. I'd had fuck all to do with it. Maybe I did get into a lot of trouble, but it was my trouble to deal with. If it pissed him off so much then he should just stay away. But no, he got involved. He got involved then had the audacity to make comments about my life.

I was getting angrier and angrier, the alcohol going straight to my head, giving me a new found confidence.

I knew Hunter had programmed their numbers into my phone the night they'd debuted. So I pulled out my phone, scrolled down until I hit his name, pressed the call button and held the phone up to my ear.

I tapped my foot impatiently, ready to give the dickhead a piece of my mind. I knew I was drunk and I knew I'd probably regret it the next day, but if I didn't say something to him now then I never would.

He answered after the fourth ring.

"Holly Heather Helmsley," he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"You can shut the fuck up and listen to me for once," I slurred angrily, my voice raised, getting straight to the point. A few smokers who were outside looked at me, but I just ignored them.

"Are you drunk again?" he asked, his voice a little more serious than before.

"So what if I am?" I asked. "Like you give a shit. I bet you're hoping I am so you can make another vile comment to me about how I'm nothing but trouble."

"Holly, what did I tell you about drinking?" he said.

"Like I should listen to you," I said, my voice loud and slurred. "You have no right to tell me what to do. And after what you said at Smackdown, you'll never have the right again. How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Holly, where are you?" he asked sternly.

"I have been nothing but kind and welcoming to you," I said, ignoring him, the alcohol giving me more confidence than ever. "And I never asked you to get involved in my problems. You chose to."

"Where the hell are you?" he repeated.

"So don't you dare come the fuck up to me and call me trouble and say that people should stay away from me. People should stay the hell away from you, you're the insane one. And you're a rude offensive asshole too!"

"Holly, I am fucking serious right now!" he shouted. "Where. Are. You?"

"Why do you care?" I challenged. "Didn't you say you were going to leave me to it and not fucking help me again?"

"I swear to god, Holly. Just tell me where the fuck you are right now!"

"Fuck you, Dean Ambrose," I smirked, immediately hanging up the phone, feeling rather proud of myself.

That'd show the jackass. If he can be a dick to me, then I was more than happy to be a dick to him. Just because I was a woman didn't mean I was happily going to take his bullshit. I was fucking Holly Helmsley, my brother was fucking Triple H. There was a reason we were at the top of our company. We were not messed with lightly and we took nobody's shit. And we definitely didn't take the shit from some pretty boy who had been in the company all of a week!

So as I walked back into the bar, the shit-eating grin on my face was humongous.

I walked over to the dance-floor, spotting that the girls were still there, moving my body to the music again once I'd joined them.

"You look happy," Sasha commented as she saw my smile.

"Let's just say I've wiped the smug look of Dean Ambrose's face," I said proudly. "After the call I just gave him, he'll think twice about talking shit to me again."

"You go, girl!" grinned Paige, giving me a high-five. "That deserves another drink."

"Lead the way," I said as the three of us headed over to the bar. We ordered a round of celebratory shots, knocking them back in unison before ordering cocktails. My head was hazy, the room swirling, but I didn't care. I was pleased with how my phone-call had gone, the girls clearly agreeing with me.

So I embraced the drunkenness and returned to the dance-floor to continue enjoying myself. 'Super Massive Black Hole' by Muse came on, all three of us screaming since we loved it so much, and danced our feet off to it. I danced with Paige and Sasha before twirling and dancing by myself, shaking my hips and moving my body, having the time of my life…

Until I twirled and came face to face with the last person I expected.

Oh shit!

"Dean…" I said, my body freezing, my eyes wide as I looked at him. He was a meter in front of me, his arms folded, his face angry. Seth was at his side and he didn't exactly look happy either.

How the fuck..?

"What did I tell you about excessive drinking, kid?" Dean asked me over the music.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"I heard that some of the other wrestlers were coming here tonight," he explained. "So I took a chance and it looks like I came up gold." His mouth was set into a stern line. "You have no idea how angry I am right now."

I sighed in annoyance, trying to barge past him, but he grabbed my arm before I could, stopping me in my tracks. I glared up at him.

"Go away, I don't need you here," I said.

"After how drunk you sounded in that phone-call, I think you do," he said.

"Fuck off, Dean," I said. "I'm not even drunk."

"Is that why you're swaying on your feet as you speak to me?" he asked.

Huh?

I hadn't even realised it, but I could barely stand up straight. My body was moving from left to right, my eyes barely even able to focus. Fuck, I hated when he was right.

"Fine, so I'm drunk," I shrugged. "The last person I want to help me is you. I don't need anyone."

"Yes, because you are clearly capable of getting yourself home in this state," he said.

I sighed and looked up at him. "Look, what do you want, Dean?"

He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up. "I want to know what the hell you're playing at getting so drunk after last time. And I want to get you home in one piece," he said. "You need some sleep."

I noticed him say something out of earshot to Seth, the blonde and brown haired man rushing over to Sasha and Paige.

"I don't want your help, Dean," I said.

"Well tough shit. You're getting it," he replied.

Holding me against him, Dean began to walk us away from the dance-floor, heading towards the exit. I clung to him to keep my balance, the spinning room becoming more prominent now I'd left the madness of the dance-floor and swirling lights. I leaned into him, letting him do most of the work, my body just about able to move my legs.

We got outside, Seth quickly joining us.

"You tell them?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Seth replied. "They told you to be nice to her."

I sniggered. "I didn't know the word nice was in Dean's vocabulary."

"Just like listening isn't in yours," Dean fought back as we began to walk down the lamp lit street. "What did I tell you last week about drinking like this?"

"Not to do it," I shrugged, focusing hard on trying to put one foot in front of the other. Whilst Dean held most of my weight, I was still in control of my movement. I didn't exactly want to be dragged by the guy.

"So why have I had to come out tonight to fetch you?" he asked sternly.

"Nobody asked you to come out, Dean," I said. "Once again you've taken it upon yourself to help me. Don't blame me for this one."

"So what would you rather I have done? Left you to end up pissed out of your brain on the sidewalk where anybody could have taken advantage of you?"

"You were the one who said you weren't getting involved anymore," I challenged. "Not my fault you're here."

I heard him growl. "Don't test my fucking patience, Holly. I'm doing you a favour here."

"Dean, be nice to her," I heard Seth say. "She's drunk. She doesn't know what she's saying. Don't take it to heart."

"He was vile to me today, why can't I be mean back?" I asked, my stomach making funny noises. "He deserves it."

"You mean the shit at the arena?" he asked. "You can't be serious?"

"Yes I am," I said. "Your words hurt me, you know." I clutched my stomach, suddenly not feeling too good.

He sighed, holding me closer to him. "I didn't mean for them to upset you. But they shouldn't be a reason for you to get in this fucking state."

"Then why say them?" I asked, a nauseous feeling rising through my body.

"Because-"

"Shit! Move!" I yelled, pushing Dean away from me, running to a nearby wall, hunching over and suddenly vomiting, the alcohol deciding now was the best time for it to leave my system. I coughed and continued vomiting, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and awkwardness.

Lord knows what they were thinking right now. It was one thing to drink heavily and act like a drunken mess, but to actually vomit in front of them was downright mortifying. I'd never be able to look at them in the eye again.

Next thing I knew, I felt my hair being pulled back out of my face, a hand gently rubbing my back in a soothing fashion.

"That's it, get it all out," I heard Dean say behind me. "You need to get the alcohol out of your system."

I coughed, getting the last of my stomach's contents out, my stomach hurting, my throat burning and my eyes watering. Seth handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth with, but I couldn't look at him as I took it. I felt like a fool, an absolute idiot.

I'd started this whole night full of confidence, happy that I'd given Dean a piece of my mind. But now I felt pathetic, I felt weak, and I knew he was the only person who could help me right now.

"You feel better for that?" he asked me and I simply nodded.

"I think you need a tall glass of water and a good night's sleep," suggested Seth.

"And to stop fucking drinking more than your body can handle," added Dean.

I didn't argue with their words and I didn't argue with Dean as he suddenly picked me up bridal style, cradling me against him and carrying me back to the hotel. After how vulnerable I'd just made myself appear, I knew the last thing I should do was try to fight back.

He was doing something nice, he was helping me out, and I was in no place or mood to argue with him. If he wanted to carry me to the hotel, I'd let him. I was too tired to care anymore.

We walked silently for a while, my head resting tiredly on Dean's shoulder, his warm body causing me to drift in and out of sleep. I was getting the familiar comedown from the alcohol, the tiredness setting in. My stomach still hurt and all I wanted was to get into my bed and sleep.

Seth and Dean conversed for a while, but I wasn't listening. I was too focused on not vomiting again and finding a way to calm the wild pounding in my head. Hangovers were the worst.

Eventually Dean looked down at me as he walked.

"As I was saying before your little… episode, I didn't mean to speak to you like that tonight."

"Then why did you?" I asked, my voice raspy from the vomiting.

"Because I was angry," he said. "I was angry after my argument with Orton, I was angry with how Sheamus cornered you, and I was angry that you had to be put in that situation in the first place. You just happened to be the person I took that anger out on and I shouldn't have done that. So... I'm sorry."

I smirked to myself. "Did I just hear Dean Ambrose say sorry?"

He laughed lightly, his chest moving against me. "Yeah, it doesn't happen often so take it whilst you can."

I nodded. "Thanks for the apology."

"That's okay, Holly."

I sighed as I felt him hold me closer. "I need to stop making a habit of this, don't I?"

He chuckled lightly, the vibrations of his chests strangely soothing. "Yes, you do."

"I feel so embarrassed," I whispered.

"Hey, don't worry about that now, just worry about not vomiting on my shirt. It's new."

I couldn't help but smirk as I looked up at him. "Thank you."

He looked down at me, a smile on his face. "Anytime. And Holly? Just so you know, I don't mind saving you every now and then. It's fun sometimes." He winked at me, a light blush covering my cheeks.

I buried my face in his neck, closing my eyes. "I'll remember that for the future," I said with a yawn.

"Next time just…"

But I didn't hear the rest of his sentence. I was asleep in an instant.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, dutchangel1979, wolviegurl, crazy-wild-and-free, alibob687, Tantoune and my guest reviewer for their kind words about the last chapter.

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