My hand is placed on the small of your back, keeping you steady as we walk, well, stumble through the street. You look incredibly beautiful, the yellow hue of the street lights cast a glow across your features. It’s 2:30 am, we just left Niall’s house party after we both knocked back one too many drinks, joints were passed around our group for almost the whole night too so we’re also high. You’re not a big smoker so let’s just say it hit you pretty hard, you’re all giggly and red eyed to prove it.

“Can’t wait to get home, have a shower and just go to bed.” You drunkenly mumble, looking up at me with your beautiful, glassy eyes.

I glance down at you, smiling, “Me too, tulip.” My voice slightly slurs.

My arm gently draws you closer to me as we start to walk down a particularly dodgy street. London isn’t entirely safe in many area’s in the day time, let alone at 2:30am.

I hear a low whistle from the other side of the road, you tense up beside me I look over and my eyes are met with a guy who looks roughly in his late thirty’s. “Nice pair of legs on ya, pretty lady.” He calls out, even from across the road I can see his eyes raking over you like he wants to devour you.

My blood runs cold, I hate guys who cat call girls in general. Especially ones who cat call my tulip. “What the fuck did you just say?” I snarl, my hands ball into fists and my jaw clenches so hard I swear my teeth could break.