You are at a party, drunk.

You are currently asking every boy out, and if you weren't drunk, you wouldnt have the bals to do it.

"Omgggg i need to go homeee~," You mutter, laying your hands on a random guy in front of you.

"I'll take you home if you want, pretty girl." The man replies back, smirking at you.

"O—"

"She would not like too, thank you very much." Your enemy, Louis clears his throat, grabbing your arm and pulling you outside.

"And who is this fine gentleman?" You tease him, trailing your finger on his chest.

"Your husband. Now let me take you home, baby."

Little did he know you weren't that drunk.