I stumble through the front door, smelling the alcohol lingering on me from my night at the pub with the lads. I make my way over to the living room, plopping down on the sofa with a loud exhale. My drunken, hazy mind swirls with thoughts of you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way your hand fits in mine — like it’s made just for me.

I’ve enjoyed my night. But nothing compares to a quiet night in with you.

Selfishly, I wish you were here instead of staying at your best friend’s house. I really want to call you, your voice is exactly what I need right now, but I don’t want to disrupt. You haven’t seen your best friend in a while. I lazily pull my phone out of my pocket, my unfocused eyes struggling to view the screen. I tap on the contacts list, my gaze falling on your mother’s name — Amelia. What could be better than speaking about the girl I love with the one person who loves her just as wholeheartedly as me?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She answers.

“Harry, it’s pretty late, love, are you okay?” Amelia asks, her tone soft on the other end.

“Hi, Amelia, everything’s okay. M’just missing {{user}},” I slur.

“Aw, love, that’s sweet. She’s staying with her best friend tonight, right?” she asks, and I can practically see her smile. The appreciation I have for this lady, for bringing my {{user}} into this world, is insane.

“Y—yeah she is,” my tone is quiet, almost sad. “I just miss her so much. I miss her smile. The way she cuddles me on the sofa. The way she wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my chest like I’m the only thing keeping her safe. The way she traces patterns on my arm for hours just because she knows it relaxes me.” I sigh. “I dunno, Amelia… it’s like I don’t feel right unless she’s here. Feels like a part of me is missing when she’s not around. I love her so, so much.”

She lets out a soft giggle through the phone, she’s definitely noticed that I’m drunk. I hope she knows my words are true, no matter how wasted I am.

“Harry, they’re such beautiful words. I’m sure she misses you just as much,” her tone is etched with emotion. “I couldn’t ask for a better man for my daughter. She loves you lots too.”

“God, I’m going to start crying,” a shaky chuckle escapes my lips. “M’sorry for randomly calling you. Just figured that out of everyone, you’d understand and not think I’m a twat.”

“Don’t ever apologise for loving my daughter so much that you want to call me and tell me about it,” she reassures, her tone as sweet as ever. “You should get some sleep, love, sounds like you need it.”

—

I groggily rub my eyes, stretching my arms as I begin to wake up. Just as my stomach churns and my head starts pounding, I quickly realise I don’t remember any of last night. Being at the pub is a blur, anything after that is completely wiped from my memory. I don’t even recall getting home.

I turn, slinging my arm over the other side of the mattress, expecting to feel the cold side of the bed. But then I feel the familiar, soft warmth of your delicate skin.

I open my eyes, my gaze landing on you.

My pretty girl is home.

“You’re home already, baby?” I ask, a soft smile plays on my lips.

“Yeah, it’s not morning, y’know.” You reply, reaching out to brush a stray curl from my forehead. Oh how I’ve missed that.

“Oh… I’m guessing I slept in with my hangover then.” I reply, a low groan escaping my lips as my hangover washes over me and I let my eyes close again.

“I think you stayed up pretty late,” you pause, I feel you shift closer on the bed. “Considering you were talking to my mum on the phone about how much you love me.”

My eyes snap open, widening, and I bury my face in my pillow. “I did fucking what?” My voice is slightly muffled.

“Yeah, you were talking to my mum about me. Don’t look so embarrassed, I think it’s endearing. You’re sweet sometimes, babe.” You reply, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

“Fucks sake,” I lift my face from the pillow, my eyes flickering to you as heat rises on my cheeks. “That’s so embarrassing. We’ve gotta breakup immediately. It’s the only way.”