a/n hi! i'm in the car on the way to my dads, then he's taking me on holiday on Tuesday, so i'll try and update today and tomorrow as much as i can!
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!disclaimer i have never been drunk before, i'm under 16 so yea, i just made this how i think it would be! !and Florence isn't famous in this one shot!
y/n pov: "I'lL hAve AnOthEr OnE PleaSe MatE" i slurred. so basically, i have just found out that my childhood best friend, i've known since i was 3 and now i'm 20, killed her self this morning, then i found out my parents are getting a divorce and my sister is moving all the way to Australia. so i decided to go out to the bar, well multiple bar's. This is my 9th pint and i can barely see straight. "i think you've had a bit too many love" he says in his irish accent, i would describe him more but um, i couldn't really see him very well, my vision was going very blurry. "NaH ComE oN mAtE" i say trying to persuade him. "no love, if you have anymore i think you'll pass out" he says. "can you pass me me your phone, please love?" "weEll iF yOUr trYinG tO aDd yoUr nUmBEr iNTo mY phOnE, i'M a lEsbIan sO, YoUr NoT gETtiNG a cAll BaCk" i slur getting my phone out of my pocket and giving it to him "oh no no, i don't want your number love, i'm ringing the first person in your contacts to come pick you up" he says opening my phone and going to contacts.
Flo pov: i'm in my apartment with my dog Billie and my roommate y/n's dog, Loki. *ring ring* speaking of y/n, that's her
phone pov: bartender: "hello" Florence: "hello? who's this?" bartender: "my name is Killian, i'm a bartender at r/b/n (random bar name) do you know y/n?" Florence: "yeah, she's my roommate why?" Killian: "she's had 9 pints, and she said she's been to a few bar's before here, she needs someone to take her home" Florence: "of course, i'll be there 10 minutes maximum" Killian: "okay bye" Florence: "bye"
y/n pov: the bartender just got off the phone with someone on my phone, i don't know who it was but he said they won't be long, i hope it's not my mum or dad, i don't think i can really face them, or even my sister.
*5 minutes later* someone comes into the bar, swinging the door open and walking over to us, i turned around and could tell straight away who it was. "FlOrENcE" i say practically jumping into her arms. "hey, oh god you stink of alcohol" she says. she keeps ahold of me but like holds me on her side, so i don't fall over. "you must be Killian, thank you for calling me" she says with a smile. "no problem, i hope y/n is okay" he says with a sympathetic smile. Florence turns to me and says "okay y/n, lets go. parked the car outside" "oKaY" i slur/reply. Florence helps me so i don't fall over and helps me into the passengers seat of her car.
Flo pov: oh my god, y/n was smashed, but, she doesn't just get smashed for no reason, she's not that kind of girl so i'm going to try and get her to tell me what's wrong. "what's wrong y/n?" i say driving of the curb outside the pub. "WhAT Do yOu mEan I'm FiNe" she slurs. "y/n, i can tell your not okay what happened?" i say turning to her since we are at a red light. "weLL aSidE fROm tHe fAcT y/c/b/f (your childhood best friend) kILled heR self this morning, my parents are getting a divorce and my sister is moving to Australia, yeah, i'm FiNe" she says resting her head on the window, as she was speaking she get clearer and clearer. "oh my, y/n/n, i'm so sorry" i say, starting the car back up since it was a green light again. "it's NoT your fAult Flo" she says, hiccuping half way through speaking, which i thought was cute. "this is so embarrassing" y/n says, "what is?" i say looking at her then turning back to the road. "this, me, gEttIng DrunK And MY cRuSh EnDS uP pICkiNG mE uP" she slurs. wait- her crush? "crush? what do you mean?" i question. "yOu, I loVe EvEryThIng aBouT YoU, YouR VOicE, yOUr SmeLL, YouR sO KinD, aNd *hiccup* YoUr AlwAyS TheRe foR mE" she answered. omg, she just spilled her whole heart out to me, and probably didn't even realise.
we get back to the apartment and i take y/n to her room, help her get changed into her pjs, then get her into her bed. as i go to leave, she mumbles "stay please" i nod "just let me get my pjs on" i say, i leave the room, go to my room and get my pyjamas on then go back to y/n's room. i walk over to the empty side of her bed and get in, she immediately hugs onto me and i hug her back, then she whispers "i love you Flo"
little does she know, i love her too! she's beautiful, caring and makes all my days better, brighter and more fun!! "i love you too y/n"
——————————————————————————————————————————————————— a/n for those wondering why the bartender (Killian) kept calling y/n 'love' it's because Irish people call girls 'love' often :)
