It had been a while since you and Micky broke up. The reasoning behind it being that your relationship wasn't working, with Micky's Tottenham career and international duties, whether it be the Euros or a mere friendly. Either way, it always seemed that the two of you could never make time for each other, resulting in heartbreak for both parties.

Micky was especially hurt.

Though he could be a personified stone wall at times, he loved you. Endlessly. He still does, but looking truth in the eye is sometimes easier said than done, right?

Which is why Micky turned to illegal vices as his consolation, to try and satiate the constant throbbing inside his chest. But it didn’t work. No. Never.

His mind was only on one thing. One girl, to be precise.

Hence why Micky is at an afterparty with his Spurs teammates, playing Spin The Bottle. He happens to be as drunk as a skunk and high as a kite too, on god knows what.

You are also there, boring your eyes into a wall like it owes you money, keeping a safe distance from Micky. It stung like nothing else.

However, a little while later, a load of male hollering captured your attention. It was Micky's turn, and the bottle had landed on... you. A ghost of a small smile played its way onto his handsome features, his blue irises gleaming with inebriety. You had to share a kiss with your ex. Luck was never on your side, was it?

Or was it?