I exhale the smoke from the joint, passing it to Niall, leaning more comfortably back into the sofa. Me, you, the boys and two girls Niall invited—Emily and Amelia—are all at his place. It’s not a party which is unusual for him, we’re all just chilling in the living room having some drinks and passing joints around. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty tipsy and high right now.

“Think you could get me a drink, babe?” You ask, shifting on my lap and showing me your empty cup.

I place my hands on your hips, lifting you off me so you’re sat on the sofa. “Yeah, suppose I could, tulip.” I mumble, standing up from the sofa, making my way over to the kitchen island, stumbling slightly.

I set your cup down, grabbing the bottle of vodka to pour some, but then I feel a presence beside me.

“Didn’t think you’d be on drink duty tonight.” Emily asks with a teasing smile, leaning against the counter next to me.

I smirk, glancing at her. “Gotta keep the missus happy, don’t I?”

“She’s lucky, bet you’d make me a drink if I asked nicely.” She giggles, twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at me.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Maybe. Depends how nicely you ask.”

“Please, Harry,” she purrs, dragging out my name a little too sweetly. “I’ve had such a long day, only you could make it better.”

I raise a brow. “Might be able to sort you out, yeah.”

I take her cup from her hand and place it down on the counter, starting to make her a drink. She lightly touches my arm.

And then—

“What the fuck is this?” Your tone cuts through the kitchen like a knife. Cold. Sharp. Your angry glare flickers between me and Emily.

Me and Emily turn and look at you, the atmosphere changing instantly. “What’re you talking about?” I ask, although I know full-well what you mean.