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This will be in Connor pov




A faint smile danced on my lips, seeing her have a good time with her friends. We're downtown somewhere in this crowded bar because it's her birthday and this is how she wanted to spend it. She wanted to go out with all her friends and have a good time. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. But...she means more to me than just a friend.

I'm in love with her but I don't want to ruin our friendship so I've always kept my mouth shut. Some of my close friends are the only ones who know. They love y/n and think I should ask her out. It's just more complicated than that. Her last relationship was two years ago and the guy was a total dick to her. She deserves someone who will love her unconditionally and always be there for her.

I'm afraid of not being enough for her. It's a constant battle between my heart and mind of what to do. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a hand on mine. Looking up, I see y/n standing there, giving me a drunk smile. "Come dance with me." She begs. I smile.

"You're drunk y/n." I state. She laughs.

"No I'm just...I'm tipsy." She slurs while pulling me up from the chair. Giving her a shy smile, she drags me to the center of the room where others were dancing. Watching her try and dance drunk is very amusing to me. It causes me to laugh before taking her hand, and spinning her around. She grins while we have a great time together.

I spin her around one more time before dipping her just before the song ends. "Wow." She breathes while I pull her back onto her feet. Her face is inches from mine. Perhaps if she wasn't drunk I'd have made a move. But I want her to be sober when I confess my love for her. She stares into my eyes for a moment until her eyes flicker down to my lips then back up.

"I uhm...it's getting late. I should probably head home." My words had come out nervously. She nods slightly while pulling away from me.

"I'm drunk. Can you give me a ride home?" She asks. I nod and we say goodbye to everyone then head out. The first few minutes were silent as I head to her place. She has her head resting on the seat while looking out the window.

"Connor?" She calls my name.

"Hmm." I mumble, my eyes never leaving the road.

"I love you." She lets out. My heart started beating fast in my chest, anxiety taking over. This doesn't feel real to me. Either she's drunk and doesn't know what she's saying, or her drunk words are just her sober thoughts. When the silence got awkward, I spoke up.

"I love you too y/n." I reply. She smiles at my response. It made me happy when she reached her hand over, holding mine. Her hands are soft and warm. She's the most perfect girl in the world to me and she doesn't realize how much her words mean to me.

"You're a great friend to me, even when I'm drunk." She whispers, her eyes slowly going closed. My hand gently squeezes hers as she sleeps softly.

Soon I pull into her driveway, shaking her awake. She looks around then at me. "Thanks for the ride. You really made tonight amazing." She says.

"Of course. Happy birthday y/n. I hope it was as special as you are." I reply. She leans over, kissing my cheek. There goes my heart again, beating fast. "Goodnight Conner." She whispers.

"Goodnight y/n." I smile. She then climbs out of the car, wobbling to the front door. She stood there for at least three minutes searching for her keys. Sighing I decide to get out and help her. She thanks me when finding her keys and unlocking the door. I help her into the house where she slips out of her black high heel shoes. I watch as she throws her bag down on the side table next to the front door and turns on the lights.

"I should sleep but thanks for tonight." She smiles at me. God she's so beautiful when she smiles. It feels impossible to love her any more than I do right now.

"Any time y/n. See you tomorrow." I say while heading to the door.

"Tomorrow." She repeats before yawning tiredly. Once back into my car, I head home. Tonight has been amazing but as far as confessing my feelings goes...I'll wait for a better time.

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