Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Drunk

Emma and I were at an afterparty for a new movie premiere, and I was having a few drinks. Emma had left to talk to some friends, as I was having a few drinks. After about the fifth one, I don't really know. I was being dragged home by a woman, we got into a car and some guy was driving us.

When we arrived to wherever we were, she led me to a room. I think it was my bedroom, I saw a couple of pictures with me in them, so I think this was my room. I sat down on the bed, trying to remember who this lady was.

"Who're you?" I said, my words slurred as I talked. "You really don't remember?" she asked, like it was the easiest thing in the world. She grabbed my hand and made me stand up before taking my shirt off.

All I could think about was my girlfriend Emma, but I don't know where she is. "Stoppp....I have a beautiful girlfriend who I love and she wouldn't like you taking off my shirt." I said as she continued to lift the shirt over my head while I tried to stop her.

Her cheeks got really red before responding. "I am your girlfriend (Y/n), it's me, Emma. I am your girlfriend, don't worry, I'm not a stranger." She said, explaining who she was to me. "I'm glad you're loyal, even when you're blackout drunk though." she said as she kissed my cheek and slid another shirt on me once she had taken the first one off.

I let her do her thing because she's my girlfriend after all, or so she said she was. I'll believe her, after all she's in some of the pictures that were in here. She couldn't stop smiling the entire time. Soon enough, she sat me in bed and made me go to sleep for the night.