Richards eyes scanned the room, searching for you, pushing past drunk men, women, even those who looked underage. It wasn’t like he was some sort of creepy stalker, he was your ex. And your drunk ass called him, and he immediately knew the club you were at.

And once he heard those male voices in the background? It’s safe to say he got there fast. You and him had broken up 2 weeks before, and you just needed a ‘pick me up’. It wasn’t like the breakup wasn’t hard for him, it was one of the hardest times in his life.

Though out of breath, he quickly made his way over to you, in the crowd of crazy drunkards. You were there drunk dancing, with a drunk smile, messed up hair and makeup. He grabbed your wrist, practically yanking you away from the guy who was practically on top of you, as he shoved him a ‘little’ too hard.

“{{user}}, seriously?” He asked, trying not to sound mad, he was just worried. “It’s half past 2 in the morning.” He said, keeping you close as he looked down at you with eye full of frustration and concern.