itd been a long night of drinking for you and noel. youd goneto about four pubs and had five pints each and now you were lost in the middle of manchester so you decided to go to a hotel, just a premier inn down the road. so you, looking like some sort of ran over rat both pay for your room and start making you way upstairs. floor 3.

you both walk into the room and realise theres only one bed, but honestly being so drunk you dont even really care. you both just sit there in bed and talk, obviously very drunk. but one thing led to another and you two were making out, not rough or hard or anything, just soft.. gentle.. intimate.

“your eyes ar.. pretty..” he slurs, cupping your cheeks.