James Marriott x WillNE

"Party"

Will's POV

I guess i've been sat at the bar for a good thirty minutes. And I guess I haven't seen James. Because I guess he has friends here that aren't me. I have friends too, but they all seem to also have friends that aren't me and I've been sat here. There's a girl next to me, and I guess we've been talking.

"So what do you do?" She says, and I feel a little relieved that she doesn't know me. I laugh, and shake my head at my own thought.

"YouTube. Full time. You?"

"Same."

"Cool."

The silence persists for a while. I find it hard talking to women, which is fucking pathetic, I know. I make fun of Jim for it and- James. Where is he? I haven't seen him in-

"What's your name?" Oh she's persistent. I guess that's good, though, right? I mean. If she wants to talk to me, that means I can focus on something else. Someone else. Pass the time a bit.

"Will. You?"

"Rose."

"Lovely." I nod and sip at my beer. My beer has been my best friend tonight. I wish it was something stronger but i'm also terrified of making stupid choices so maybe a beer is a good idea.

Only, I seem to be making stupid choices anyway. Because before I know it, I know Rose a little too much and she actually seems really lovely. She seems like a lovely distraction, and i'm almost certain that she only wants me for one night and i'm almost certain i'm gonna let her.

And then we're kissing, and then we're against the wall, and then my eyes lock with James' and I suddenly feel sick. I can't tell if it's the alcohol but I suddenly feel like I can't breathe, and the look on his face screams the exact same thing but I swear i'm imagining it. Then i'm pushing Rose away and pushing myself toward James but he's already gone, and the alcohol is coursing through my veins and pounding into my head and Rose is looking at me like i'm a dick and maybe I am but not for the same reasons she thinks.

Suddenly, everything I wish I knew for certain became so uncertain that I feel as though the Earth could swallow me right now and i'd be okay with it. And maybe it does, because somehow I wake up in my flat and not at the club. And somehow, my name is trending on twitter for all the wrong reasons.

Shit.