closed minded; blake gray

24; september 4th

Blake's POV

I landed next to Bailey, a mess. God was she amazing.

I was so in love with her that I could probably explode.

Bailey rolled over onto my chest, resting her head there with a sigh, "Do you have to drive your friends home still?"

I nodded with a frown, "Yeah, but I don't want to just leave you here, Bails. Do you want to come back to the house with us?"

She nodded with a smile, looking up at me with tired eyes. I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and flashed her a small smile.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick and clean up so we can go, don't fall asleep on me, okay?" I asked her.

She let out a yawn but nodded, "Hurry up, I'm tired."

I got up and went to the bathroom, doing what I needed to do. I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen later on today.

I had just about the best surprise in history for Bailey, and as the day finished, I wanted to tell her that I loved her.

Would she say it back though?

I mean, I did just take her virginity, so she has to like me enough to the point to let me do that, right? It's Bailey. She doesn't do anything until she's one hundred percent sure about it.... so she had to love me.... I think.

Either way, I knew for sure that I was in love with her. I was in love with every inch of her. God I'm such a simp.

I got out of the bathroom, and heard soft snores coming from the bed. I frowned, walking over to the beautiful girl.

I didn't want to leave her after we just had such an intimate moment, but she was asleep and I had drunk friends that I needed to bring home.

I placed a kiss on her forehead and covered her with the sheets a bit more. I grabbed all of my things and found my way to all of my friends, ready to go home.

BAILEYS POV

I woke up to a loud thud in my room, and sat up in fear. When I sat up, something didn't feel right, and I looked down to see that I didn't have clothes on under the sheets.

I covered myself as all of the memories of Blake and I made me smile.

I looked up and saw Bryce in the corner of my room, scratching his head, "Uh, good morning?"

"What time is it?" I asked, holding my temple in pain. Alcohol was definitely not fun to deal with afterwards.

"It's only 3 am," Bryce slurred, sitting on the corner of my bed, "I was supposed to leave with Blake, but now I have to go home in my Tesla."

"So what are you doing in here?" I asked, still feeling kind of tipsy from the alcohol. I brought the sheets up my body more, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, I thought you wanted to come see Blake, so I figured I'd bring you with me," he shrugged.

I shook my head, "I don't want you to drive like this, Bryce. You're risking other people's lives, not just yours."

He frowned, "It's a Tesla, it drives itself, Bailey, don't worry. Are you coming or not?"

I nodded my head, letting out a yawn, "Just give me a few minutes to get dressed."

I really did want to see Blake, even if it was 3 am. I remember him telling me that he was going to leave but he did say he was bringing me with him. I guess I fell asleep?

When Bryce got out, I stood up and slightly wobbled. This is the last time that I was drinking for a while. It honestly wasn't that worth it.

I threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts as I found the closest pair of shoes. I grabbed my phone and headed out of my room to find Bryce.

30 MINUTES LATER

When Bryce and I got to sway, I quickly thanked him and ran up the stairs to Blake's room. When I got there, he was sleeping but his lamp was still on.

When I closed the door, I heard shuffling, so as I made my way back to the bed, Blake was rubbing his eyes with a smile, "Baby? What are you doing here?"

I smiled and sat next to him on the bed as he layed down, "I wanted to come see you."

Blake smiled and sat up, placing a kiss on my lips. He pulled away with a frown, "Did you drive here, Bailey? You still have alcohol in your system."

"No, Bryce drove me," I said, which made his eyes widen.

"Are you kidding? Bryce was way worse than you and you let him drive you here? I thought you were supposed to be responsible," he said, getting off of the bed and turning the other lamp on.

"It's a Tesla, Blake, it drove us here most of the way, not Bryce," I said with a shrug, my mood slowly draining because of his tone.

"It doesn't matter, Bailey. Do you know how hurt you could've gotten if he was even driving for a second?" He asked, getting way more aggravated.

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for this. I got off the bed and began walking towards the door, but Blake quickly stepped in front of me, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going home," I said shortly, trying to move around him but he wouldn't let me.

"No you're not, Bails. You don't have a ride and you're not going anywhere like this," he said with a sigh.

I scoffed, "You really have the audacity to tell me where I can and can't go? You literally just fucked me and left me there."

I'm not exactly sure where the hell all of this was coming from, and I wish I could just blame this all on the alcohol, but I couldn't. I wasn't really that drunk anymore. This had almost completely sobered me up.

Blake's eyes went wide, "No, Bails, it's not like that, I promise. I had to drive the guys home, so you were supposed to come with me, but you fell asleep."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Whatever Blake, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now, I'm walking home."

Blake grabbed my arms and held me in place, even though I tried my best to move out of his strong grip, "Bailey, please, just stay here. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "Blake, I just need some space. I'll talk to you later after I get actual sleep."

He frowned, letting go of my arms, "Then I'm driving you to Hype. You're not walking alone and you're sure as hell not getting in the car with Bryce again."

I sighed, giving in, "okay."

Blake grabbed his keys off of his dresser and was heading towards the door, but a sudden urge in my stomach made me run to his bathroom.

I locked the door behind me and began throwing up all of the alcohol into the toilet. I flushed and leaned back against the wall, letting a groan escape my lips.

"Bailey, let me in," Blake said though the other side of the door, knocking obnoxiously. I frowned, "No, I'm fine, just give me a minute or two."

Blake didn't respond, so I closed my eyes and just leaned back against the cold wall, trying to relax a little bit.

Now that I thought about it, my stomach hurt like a bitch, and there was no getting out of that. I kid you not, I'm not drinking again. At least for a while.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Blake came through with a key in his hand, placing it on the counter.

He frowned and crouched down so he was in front of me, "Come on, Bails, let's get you to bed."

I nodded weakly and let him help me up, as the two of us made our way over to his bed, getting comfortable.