And we did.
We partied like there was no tomorrow. Drink after drink, smoke after smoke, I didn't care that I had to work on Monday. I didn't care that I probably wouldn't be able to drive home tonight.
I just wanted to have fun.
Right now, me and Ashton were outside. He lit up a cigarette, taking a drag and handing it to me. I took a long drag and kept a hold of it. I watched as the smoke swirled around in the air. I frowned when it disappeared and took another drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke and watching the patterns again.
Ashton took it from my hand and took a long drag himself. He slowly blew out the smoke, watching the patterns with me.
"I can't believe we fucking did it," he said out of nowhere. We were both pretty shit faced, so who really knew what could come out of our mouths.
"Me too," I said, snatching the cigarette from him, taking a quick puff, and handing it back.
"I didn't know you smoked."
"I used to a lot more when I was in high school."
"Why'd you quit?"
"Because that shit's bad for you," I said, nonchalantly taking another long drag of the cigarette. Ashton laughed, taking it back.
"You are something else, Gem."
"Don't call me thaaaaat," I groaned, my words slurring together as I threw my head back.
"Why not? You never tell me why I can't call you that."
"Because I just don't like it, okay." I avoided telling him the real reason why I hate the shortened version of my name because he just doesn't need to know.
"Alright, alright. I get it," he said with a chuckle, tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. "Let's head inside, yeah?" I nodded and followed him through the sliding glass door.
When we got in the house, we saw Michael trying to chug two beers at once, Calum starting to strip and spinning his shirt above his head, and Luke hanging upside down on the couch. I chuckled at the sight. They're all different people when you get some alcohol in their system.
I watched as Michael came stumbling over to me with a drunken smile on his face. "Heyyyyyy you guyssss. Where'd you go? I missed you so much. I thought you left us already. I nearly cried."
"We were just having a smoke, Mikey. Nothing to worry about," Ashton said, his words slightly slurred but nothing compared to how bad Michael's were.
Michael gasped. "You shouldn't do that! Smoking is bad bad bad. You could die! I don't want you guys to die! PLEASE DONT DIE!!"
"Nobody's gonna die, Michael," I laughed. "How about I get you some water, okay? You need to go to bed. It's nearly 3AM."
Michael frowned and slumped his shoulders. "Okay mum," he said as he followed me to the kitchen.
I filled a glass of water for myself and chugged it down and then filled it back up for Michael. He took it and slowly sipped on it before gulping back the rest.
"Hey, Gemma?" I heard Ashton call from a different room. I peeked my head around from the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at him struggling to get Calum away from the ceiling fan. "He's wants to swing. Help me get him down and get him some water?"
I hurried over to where Ashton was gripping onto Calum's legs to try to get him down from the couch.
"Calum, get down. You'll hurt yourself," I said in a calm voice.
"I WANNA SWING FROM THE CHANDELIIIEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!" He sang loudly, trying to jump off the couch, but Ashton kept his arms around his thighs.
"That is not a chandelier. That's a ceiling fan. It'll break if you try to jump on it. Get down and I'll make you some tea and we can cuddle, okay?"
"CUDDLE???" I nodded and he leaped down and bolted into the kitchen. I shook my head and chuckled at the sight. I grabbed his pants from the floor and carried them over my shoulder.
I turned my head to see Ashton pouting. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.
"Why does he get cuddles? I want cuddles toooooo," he whined, the most adorable pout on his face.
I playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm, tugging him to the kitchen where the other three were.
"Next time."
