"Alright, alright, that's enough, sugar" He gently said, dragging you out of the bar. He put you in the backseat of his car, and drove you back to his place- Lord knows your parents would lose their mind if they found out you were drinking.

He leaned you over the toilet as you threw up, holding your hair back and rubbing your back. "Let it out, it's okay if it makes you feel better." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.