I ship you with Brad because I think you'd look perfect together.
It wasn't your intention to get this drunk. It was never your intention to get so drunk whenever you go out but somehow, by the end of the night, you always have to get carried and taken home by somebody. (this is me every time, I bring shame on my family and friends).You still always had a good time though from beginning to end. You even had a good time getting ready for the night.
This time it was your best friend's 18th birthday party so you knew that you had to look good for all of the photos that would be taken of the both of you. You took the last sip of your drink before turning your attention to fixing your false eyelashes in place, perfecting your lipstick and fluffing your hair before you were completely satisfied with your appearance. You smoothed out your tight fitting dress and grabbed your bag before rushing out of the door, ignoring your parents' questions of what time you'd be back.
You were so excited for this party even more than you had been for any other party you had attended this year, mainly because this girl was like your sister and you had practically planned this party with her. So much so that it felt like your own party. "Y/F/N!" You shouted as soon as you walked into the room.
"Y/N" She shouted back, picking up two drinks and running over to you forcing a cup in your hand.
"Happy Birthday" you toasted, drinking the clear liquid in record time and shivering when it burned your throat. "What was that?" you coughed, placing the empty cup on the table.
"Who knows, my dad bought it and told me to save it for you. Anyway, everybody is at that table over next to the DJ if you want to go drop your stuff and say hello." She pointed in a general direction before wandering off to see somebody else who just arrived. Quickly looking in the direction she had pointed in you saw all of your friends gathered around a table in the corner of the room and headed towards them.
"Hey guys" you greeted, making them all turn around and cheer when they saw you. One of the perks of having mainly male friends was that you were guaranteed a seat at crowded tables as they all volunteered to stand, giving you their seat.
The party was great, everybody was dancing, taking photos with each other and singing along to all of the songs and you hadn't even bought one drink even though you could hardly stand up without wobbling or falling over.
"Y/N, another drink?" Brad asked, smirking.
"Don't laugh at me, it's your fault I'm in this mess, you've bought all of my drinks tonight so you can take the blame" you laughed, slurring your words much to everybody's amusement.
To be honest, you weren't too bothered that Brad had got you so drunk that you could barely stand because that meant that he was paying attention to you and you couldn't complain about that. You had liked Brad for a long time now and you just wished that you had the confidence to say something about it to him but that day never came so you stuck to admiring him from a close proximity and trying to catch his attention as much as possible.
"Okay, I'm getting you another one, same again?" He asked while standing up and giving your shoulder a squeeze.
"Fine" you laughed and watched him make his way to the bar.
"Y/N, it's our song come and dance" y/f/n shouted, running over to you and pulling you out of your seat.
You danced for what felt like hours, completely forgetting about Brad until you saw him making his way towards you with a drink in each hand. When he reached you he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him and handing a drink to you. "I've been looking for you for ages with this drink" he chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I liked dancing" you smiled, wiggling your hips much to his amusement.
"You're adorable" he laughed but you never heard him, the music was too loud and you were lost in your own little world, dancing your heart out as much as you could in your intoxicated state.
All too soon the party was coming to an end and people had started to leave.
"Y/N how are you getting home?" Brad asked as you were giving y/f/n a hug and thanking her for the night.
"Yeah how are you getting home?" She asked, looking slightly concerned.
"Walking" you nodded, making her eyes go wide.
"Who with?" She stressed to which you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.
"Come on, I'll walk you home" Brad smiled, taking your hand and leading you out of the building. "Come here, give me your bag and your coat since you refuse to wear either of them" he chuckled. "So what have you got planned for tomorrow besides nursing a hangover?"
"Probably just watch Disney films, wrapped in a huge blanket and trying to eat away a hangover."
"Disney sounds good, Disney always sounds good" he laughed.
"Doesn't it? Everyone else always that I'm pathetic for watching so much Disney but it's just so good" you explained, pulling on his arm so he could understand your excitement.
"It is, anyway where are we going?" He asked, taking an arm around your waist as you began to stumble.
"Down this hill" you sang, spinning around and making him catch you before you fell.
"Well there's no way I'm letting you walk down there so come on" and with that he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.
"Well, if this isn't like a Disney film I don't know what is" you giggled, playing with the hem of his shirt at his back.
"Who knows, maybe I could be your Disney prince" he spoke quietly.
"I'd like that" you mumbled, with a broad smile on your face.
And with that he carried you all the way home, dropping you off at your front door only to return the next morning for a movie day and cuddles.
