“{{user}}-“ Mickey took a few quick steps forwards to support you as you fell. He hated that you got yourself into these situations, these parties, to the point where he was getting a call from a random stranger who found his number in your phone saying you were high as fuck and asking for him non-stop. He was worried about you.

“The fuck are you on?” He asked, trying to hide his concern as he grabbed your shoulders to hold you still, the music of the party blaring in his ears.