It was late at night. The bar was buzzing with energy as people gathered in small groups, chatting and drinking. You were here for your twenty-first birthday, so of course you would treat this night special and get wasted. You had just got your fifth drink, your friends advised you to stop, and that they were heading home soon.

The last thing you were doing was going home anytime soon.

You stumbled back to your friends sitting at a booth, about to fall over. They all give each other a look that you can't even register.

"I think we should head out, y/n." One of them insists

You stare at them in disbelief. You probably should be leaving, but you wanted this night to be special, and the night was still young.

"What?! No! Come onnn guys, just watch me karaoke." You insist back, chugging near all of your glass to calm the nerves.

They roll their eyes as you stumble away to the setup karaoke stage. You whisper into the DJ'S ear the song you wanted.

♪ Party In The U.S.A - Miley Cyrus

*The intro starts, your eyes glance around at the people watching you. You spot a tall guy standing in the corner with a beer in his hand. He's smirking to himself, filled with amusement. You giggle to yourself and begin singing very out of tune. This wasn't even singing. It was practically nails on a chalkboard.

You make it to about halfway in the song until you feel dizzy. Your vision goes black, and you fall on the floor. The crowd gasps, and people begin crowding around the stage. As you regain consciousness after a moment, your ears ring, and you make out a low voice shouting.

"Move out of the way!" A man shouts, and he sounds like he's getting closer.

His head hovers over you as he places a cold, wet towel on your forehead.

"What the hell..?" You mutter, holding the side of your head, groaning

"Shh, shh, just relax, I got you." The guy says as he watches you intently stroking your hair.

You were so drunk, you didn't even realize it was Rafe - your ex-boyfriend.