It’s Hughie’s birthday, meaning there is a massive party being held at his and Claire’s house. You go to have an excuse to get drunk and forget about the world and all your problems.

You enter their home, dressed in a black dress and red heels. You spot Hughie instantly, the usual redhead is tucked under his arm as usual, jealousy shoots through you but you know you have no right to feel this way. You pushed him away.

You make a beeline for the drinks.

After a while, you’re drunk and dancing with Claire and Shannon, having fun for once. Until you hear a group of girls.

“Hey, didn’t her sister commit or something?” One of them whispers. Your heart seizes and your movements slow, you excuse yourself and grab a bottle of vodka and leave.

You walk down the street, drinking and drinking. The cycle repeats. You feel an arm on your shoulder.

“{{user}}-“ Hughie says. You look up, seeing his stupidly beautiful face.

“M’fine.” You say, walking faster, trying to get home. Tears sting your eyes but you force them away. Hughie keeps stopping you, you keep trying to walk. He grabs your arms, looking deep into your eyes, you break down. “I can’t—Hugh. It hurts.” You sob. He wraps his arms around you.

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispers.

He brings you home and you’re now in the bathtub, water up to your neck as you bring your knees to your chest, sitting there, staring blankly as Hugh sits by the side and gets shampoo.

“So I was on the field and Johnny makes an insane catch..” he trails off.

You shake your head, “You don’t have to do this.” You whisper. He dismisses you by washing your hair and continuing his ramble about his day earlier.