It was on my seventh, or maybe eighth beer, when the world around me started to spin. With my half-empty bottle, I stumbled my way through the party with a goofy smile on my face. It was a bit of a struggle and my heels rocked against the floor as I tried to maintain balance.

Eventually, I managed to get myself over to the sofas, and I ungracefully flopped myself down onto it. I squeaked in surprise as my butt, and bare thighs came into contact with something warm.

 I looked over my shoulder in a daze and widened my eyes as I found myself face to face with a brunette man with light freckles on his face. He pulled a small metal tube from his lips before rudely blowing a thick white smoke right in my face. Once it had cleared up, a smirk drew to his lips. 

It was only as I felt his fingers curve into the sides of my waist, did I register that I had fallen into his lap. I didn't think much of it and stared at him inquisitively. 

"That air smelt like chocolate," I pronounced, slurring my speech slightly. 

The guy let out a breath of a chuckle, so the corners of his eyes crinkled. "Yeah, it's the flavouring of my vape, smarty-pants," he snickered. 

"Oh," I said with the tilt of my head, despite the fact I didn't understand a word he was saying.

"Do you wanna try?" the guy said, waving it around in my face. 

I looked down at it and then at him before shrugging, not seeing any reason why I shouldn't. It was just a silly little stick. With one hand weirdly massaging my thigh, the guy leisurely flipped the object's mouthpiece in my direction and lifted it to my lips.

It never quite got the chance to touch them before it was rather abruptly snatched away. "The fuck, are you doing?" a voice hissed from behind me.

 I turned back around to the source of the voice and found myself staring into the steaming hot eyes of Nathan woods.

His jaw was clenched so hard that it looked as though he might break some teeth, and I could see his hand looked as though it was digging painfully into his arm. So, long story short, he looked like a very grumpy bunny. A hot bunny though.

"Grumpy bunny," I said with a giggle as I pointed up to his face. 

Nathan looked momentarily confused, but then he shook his head at me. "Look, just get up. We need to get some food in you," he ordered.

 I shook my head firmly. "Nah, I'm not hungry. I think you should give Mr freckle boy back his little sticky; he was about to raise it to my lips. I want his stick in my mouth," I said, nodding my head matter of factly. 

The guy I was sat on started laughing against me for a reason that was completely unbeknownst to me.

This seemed to piss Nathan off even more. Lunging forward, he grabbed hold of my wrist and ripped me off of his lap. "That's it, I'm taking you home," he said. Nathan rudely threw the metal stick back into freckle- boys face before tugging my wrist, so I fell heavily against his side.

"Come on, dude, give her back. She fell into my lap, not yours," the guy on the sofa piped up angrily.

Nathan's expression turned deathly cold as he stared the guy up and down. "What? So, you think you have a right to take advantage of people who are clearly intoxicated, do you?" Nathan scoffed. 

The freckled boy stilled and didn't say a word. "No, no, I'm genuinely curious. Do you?" Nathan probed with a bitter laugh. The tone he was speaking in was both terrifyingly scary yet terrifyingly hot all at the same time. A weird combination, but it worked.

The guy on the sofa swayed a little bit, clearly drunk himself. "Well, it was her decision to drink, wasn't it? Next time if you don't want your girlfriend to act like such a slut, you should watch her intake," the freckled boy chuckled as he winked up at him.

"You piece of shit," Nathan gritted out. 

Then suddenly, he lunged forward and drove his fist into the guy's jaw. The freckled guy's head jolted back from the impact, and he groaned before grabbing his jaw in pain. "Don't you dare fucking call her a slut, you hear me?" Nathan hissed.

The guy suddenly a lot more compliant now, nodded his head while staring at Nathan with a cautious gaze. Nathan spared him one last nasty glare before grabbing my elbow and pulling me away.

"Your form was good, you know. Good solid punch, but you need to work more on your feet position," I hummed as he dragged me along. I had no idea where he was taking me, but for some reason, I didn't give too much of a shit.

Nathan glanced my way with narrowed eyes. "How the fuck do you still know how to coach when you're drunk?" he scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "And if you have a complaint about my punch, maybe you shouldn't have gotten so drunk that you couldn't punch that prick in the face yourself," he grumbled.

I frowned. "He wasn't a prick; he was my friend," I mumbled. 

 "Yeah, Sophie, and I'm Clifford, the big red, fucking dog," he spat out sarcastically. 

"Shut up! He was my friend," I protested. "He was going to put his stick to my mouth and-"

Nathan interrupted with a deeply frustrated groan. "I swear to god if you say that one more time, I might actually kill myself," he said warningly.

"You mean, stick in his mouth?" I smiled. 

His eyes narrowed. 

"Stick in my mouth, stick in my mouth, stick in my mouth," I chanted to myself, feeling oddly fascinated by the words. Nathan stopped walking and rubbed his hand over his eyes. 

I tilted my head curiously. "Why can't I say that? Is it because you want me to put your stick in my mouth?" I asked while blinking back at him.

Nathan snapped his head my way sharply, a layer of shock behind them. Once it had subsided, he shook his head pityingly at me. "You should really shut up for your own sake," he scoffed.

"Anyway, enough talk, give me your phone," Nathan said as he held out an expectant hand. 

I shook my head with a toothy grin. "Nah, I'm good," I giggled.

 Nathan let out a frustrated groan. "Look, I haven't got time for this; give me your fucking phone. I need to tell your stupid friend where I've taken you."

"You're really moody, you know that," I sang. 

"Yeah, and you're annoying," he threw back. "So, hurry up and give me your stupid phone already."

"Why? You looking for nuuudes or something?" I said, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

 Nathan rolled his eyes. "Sophie, I want your phone," he said, completely ignoring my question.

I bit my lip and smiled. "It's in my bra," I giggled. 

Nathan's eyes instantly dropped down to my breasts and over to the bit of cleavage peeking out over my neckline.

He seemed to have to fight himself to do it, but he finally returned his eyes back to mine. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "C-can you... er..get it out?" he asked.

"Nope, you do it," I sang as I spread my arms out in invitation.

 Nathan's adam's apple bobbled, and he shifted from foot to foot anxiously. Slowly, he moved his hand up to my chest. The moment his fingers touched my skin, I burst out in a bout of giggles. 

"I'm joking; it's in my pocket, here," I laughed as I clumsily lifted it out my pocket.

Nathan sent me the dirtiest of looks which only ended up amusing me more. Stepping forward, he snatched it out of my hand. "Of course, you just had to be an annoying drunk, didn't you?" he muttered lowly under his breath as he typed away at my phone.

Once he was done doing whatever he had to do with my phone, he slid it back into my pocket and grabbed my arm. "Wee," I laughed as he dragged me along after him. I squeaked a couple of times as I almost lost my balance on my heels. Stupid shoes, why were they so hard to walk in?

"Would you stop acting silly and walk straight? We need to get you home," Nathan grumbled as he continued to tug me along. As soon as I heard the words, home, I dug my heels into the floor and stopped walking.

Nathan turned around. "Sophie, what the hell?" 

 I crossed my arms. "I'm not going home. I want to party," I whined as I stomped my foot into the floor in challenge.

Nathan rolled his eyes. "Well, sorry, Mrs-toddler-tantrum, but there's no way in fucking hell that's happening," he scoffed. "Now, come on," he urged as he tugged my arm once more.

I ripped my arm free in frustration. "No!" I snapped defiantly.

"Okay, fine, if you want to act like a child, then you're going to be treated like a child," Nathan bit out. 

Without hesitation, he marched closer to me and slid his arms around my waist. I screamed in surprise as he swiped me off the floor and chucked me over his shoulder. He immediately placed a hand over the back of my thighs to stop me from moving about.

"Much better," he chuckled.

I thrashed about in his arms in protest, but all my movements were clumsy and disorientated for some reason. Nathan completely ignored me and made his way smoothly out of the apartment door. Eventually, I soon gave up and I let myself go limp against him, my arms and legs a dangling mess.

"This is mean," I whined. 

"Yeah, well suck it up," Nathan snapped back unsympathetically.

"Why are you even doing this? You told me to stay away from you," I grumbled bitterly against his shoulder.

"Yeah, well, that was before I saw you acting like a fucking idiot and funnily enough I changed my mind," Nathan muttered, sounding oddly peeved off.

Rolling my eyes, I focused my gaze on his back. I found myself getting distracted by the way his muscles contracted through the thin material of his top. My eyes soon fell lower and rested on his ass, and soon I started to remember what it looked like naked. 

"You've got a cute little butt," I announce boldly.

"Again, for your own sake, please stop talking," Nathan sighed as he continued to descend the stairs.

I chuckled to myself for no reason and then started to hum a little tune, my eyes still dug into his ass. "Nathan, can I pat your butt, please?" I asked sweetly.

"No, what the fuck?" he scoffed.

 "Please," I asked again, slightly nicer this time. "I'll let you slap mine?" I proposed.

Nathan let out a heavy, almost pained sigh. "Sophie, nobody's touching anybody's butts. Not only is it really fucking random, but we're literally in public."

I pouted but reluctantly gave in.

Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, I suddenly became conscious of how uncomfortably his shoulder was digging into my stomach.

"Nathan, I don't feel too well," I groaned.

"Yeah, well, no shit, you probably drank half the party's supply of alcohol from how dumb you're acting," he bit back.

"Nathan, I-I think I should go down," I mumbled as my stomach started to turn.

Nathan snickered, the sound vibrating through me. "No, you'll just run away, and I don't feel like-"

He never got a chance to finish his sentence because my upset stomach finally erupted and I gagged before puking out everything I'd been drinking all over the back of Nathan's top.

I moaned once I was done, feeling a lot better. Nathan completely stopped walking and took several deep breaths. 

"Did you just...did you just vomit all over me?" he asked slowly, his voice a smooth mixture between horrified and disbelieving.

"Yeah...," I mumbled awkwardly.

I heard him let out a long whine of a groan before slowly lowering me to the ground. He looked at me long and hard, then slowly rolled his eyes before pulling out a packet of tissues from his pockets. He fished one out and then grabbed my chin before roughly starting to clean around the corners of my mouth.

 Once he was satisfied, he scrunched it up and tucked it into his pocket. "Come on messy-face, you're in for a long sleep," he sighed. 

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Author's note:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

I can't believe there's only three chapters left :(

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