“Fucking hell, all these shots are catching up to me, y’know.” I tell Zayn, my voice slightly slurred as I set the now empty shot glass on the kitchen counter.

“Look at {{user}} and Niall!” Zayn shouts over the music through drunken laughter, pointing at the two of you. “What are those idiots doing?”

I follow his gaze, sure enough you—my girlfriend—and Niall have moved the sofa and coffee table out of the way. Niall’s stood with his arms out to catch you as you run, jump up and he lifts you in the air by your hips. Looks like you’re attempting to straighten your body in the air, some stupid lift thing. Fuck knows.

Whatever it is—it’s pissing me off. You and Niall are pretty close mates. He’s one of my best mates, I don’t particularly mind it and I know deep down that it’s just platonic. But every once in a while it grates on me, and right now? Four shots down, it’s making me really angry.

My feet move before I can stop them, I storm over to you and Niall, stopping infront of you with my arms crossed over my chest. You both look over at me, your grins faltering slightly at the angry look on my face.

“Having fun you two?” I ask with a forced smile, though there’s a bitter edge to my tone.