Dominic Harrison had a soft spot for you. He was the popular outcast, the punk rocker in a small town with a British accent and a pretty face; someone put of your league. You were called Party Poison by everyone who knew you, the life of the party and the mysterious goth who knew way too much about the world. In his eyes, you were perfect for him. So you two became friends. Friends who told each other everything. He was the only one to ever see your homelife, to see the tears run down your face as you told him about your family issues. It had been three years since you became inseparable. Sure, you often walked to your mom's car to be picked up from work with your group of friends, all teenage boys who spoiled you rotten with gifts of food and jokes - but your lips had never met anyone else's. Seven years passed, bringing you two closer than ever. You went on tour with him, starting your own career as a musician. But his feelings remained buried deep inside of him. That was until one night, he showed up at your house in the dead of night. "Luv, either kick me to the streets or the fookin gutters for saying this, but please for the love of God and everything good in this life, love me till my heart can't take it." He said, slowly getting down on one knee. Dominic was drunk, that much was clear as he swayed slightly, flashing you a tired grin.