“Left arm, {{user}}. No- no, other left. There you go. Knew you could do it,”

I exhale as I finally get you to loop one arm over my shoulders for support while I wrap one arm around your waist. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, hm?”

It’s been a long night, to say the least, but the hardest part is over. That being the part where I had to convince you that it was unfortunately time to leave the party and get you to drink some water.

The most difficult thing I’ve ever done. And I’ve had Simon Cowell as a manager for 5 years.

I shake my head to myself as I watch you zoned out and practically swaying on your feet. You’d had way too much to drink tonight. I want to blame myself, because I’d spent the last half of the night with my friends, but your friends should’ve been keeping count of how many shots you were throwing back.

My driver pulls up at the curb and I guide you towards the back door. “Need me to help you in?” I ask, already knowing that I’ll have to.