I pull into the driveway of this giant house that’s blinding me with strobe lights through the window. I climb out of my car and shove past a few drunk nineteen year olds. I walk through the doorway and into the house, music blasting allot more louder than it was outside.

Sucks how I have to act like an angry dad tonight, I’d love to get involved.

“Excuse me, have you seen {{user}} anywhere?” I ask, knowing that your name would ring a bell considering you’re insanely popular around the university. It’s mostly because you’re literally the definition of ‘gorgeous’ but I’m happy to know you on a deeper level. Much deeper than your brother thinks…

“Nah man, she’s in the bathroom.” This random Australian guy tells me, why is he saying “Nah” even though he knows the answer? I think that’s just him being insanely drunk and.. high? I think? His eye whites are definitely not white, I’ll give him that. I smile at him and run off to ask another person where the bathroom is, she makes an attempt to grope me to death which I’m not here for tonight.

I manage to find a door that says “Bathroom” on it. Great find, Harry. I knock on it and your best friend opens it, her eyes going wide as soon as she recognises me. “Hey Harry..” She says, sounding extremely sketchy. “{{user}} called me to pick her up, do you know where she is?” I ask and your best friend looks behind her. I’m not stupid, I know you’re probably puking your guts up behind her.

“I’m not mad, I promise. I’ll take her back to my place if you tell her brother that she’s staying at yours.” I tell her and she opens the door wider in response. You’re sat on the floor beside the toilet. I knew it. I step over some hand bags and crouch down beside you, pushing your hair out of your face. It’s hard to not find you breathtaking even though there’s a high chance you could throw up on me right now. I don’t even think I’d complain.

“Hey..” I whisper to you, tucking your hair behind your ears now. “You wanna come to my house?” I ask and you immediately nod your head. That was cute. “Okay.” I smile, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other beneath your thighs to pick you up bridal style.

“Thank you.” I say to your best friend as she passes me your hand bag. I manage to squeeze past everyone and place you safely on the passenger seat of my car. I pull the seatbelt over you and plug it in. I shut the door and walk around my car to sit beside you.

I start the car and begin to drive the two of us back to my house. “How was your night?” I ask, looking at you for a second to see you staring at me. I bite back a smile and I turn back to look at the road.