Thoughts not thought enough

She. [II]

Some nights she may drink a little too much, and then call you. Go and pick her up, no matter the time. She will be dazed and giggly, but don't let her pass out until she's drank some water, or she will be miserable in the morning.

I grumbled, still half-asleep. Rolling over I searched blindly for my phone and cursed whoever was calling me at two in the morning. I answered, none the less. "Hello?"
"LESLIEEEE!"
I shot up in bed and frowned. "Hales? Are you okay?'
I heard giggling on the other side, before she answered, "I'm brilliant! I Just think... I- What's the time?"
I ran a hand through my hair and got up to put on a jacket. "Its 2 am, Hayley. Where are you?'
"Its- I'm, I'm at that pub, next to the thing. Y'know"
Luckily for her, I did know. It was the pub we went to often, and the supposed 'thing' happened to be a petrol station. "Hang on", I replied, "I'm coming".
I managed to make my way to the car without making too much noise, and quickly pulled out onto the main road.
I found her outside the pub, with Josh, a friend of hers. He seemed to be struggling to keep her upright, so I quickly relieved him. He laughed, "I'm sorry, I really don't know how to handle this."
I held on to her firmly, while she giggled into my shoulder. "Its fine. And thanks, by the way." I smiled.
He gave me a thumbs up, and with some difficulty, I helped Hayley into the passenger seat, where she immediately kicked off her shoes and curled up. Rubbing her soles, she muttered, "Fucking heels."
I snorted slightly, starting the engine and turning onto the street. "Then why did you wear them?"
She mumbled something vaguely incoherent and slipped her hand into mine. I smiled at her, because she was drunk and funny and beautiful, and I loved her.
She was quiet for most of the ride, which surprised me, since she has a tendency to be loud and giggly and horny when drunk. "Okay", I whispered, pulling into the driveway, "You have to be quiet, okay? Everyone's asleep."
She stumbled out of the car, before leaning onto me and whispering, "If anyone can't keep quiet, sweetie, its you."
She winked at me and I felt my cheeks burn. She grinned, then, and kissed me hard, before gripping my waist.
All this time with her, and she still managed to do that to me.
I shook my head, smiling a little, and took her inside. We made our way up to my bedroom, quietly, even though I live on my own. I turned on the light and she immediately flinched, mumbling quietly, "Its bright in the world."
I threw a t-shirt to her, while I got a bottle of water from the nightstand. She had the get some water into her system, or tomorrow morning would me hell for both of us.
"Hales-". Before I could finish, she had me against the wall and pressed her lips onto mine. She tasted slightly of vodka and mint. As we broke apart for air, I looked at her, hair messy and eyes bright, and I felt everything I did when I had first kissed her. I looked down at the bottle in my hands, and heard her speak.
"You're beautiful", she whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear and lifting my chin up. We were not two inches apart, and she looked like a goddess.
My breathing quickened, but I held both her hands, saying, "And you're drunk."
I sat her down on the bed, holding out the bottle to her. She took it, her eyes never leaving mine as she drank half. I held her hand and turned out the lights. She snuggled up to me as soon as I laid down.
"Les?"
"Hmm?"
"You're beautiful"
I chuckled a little, before wrapping my arms around her waist . She immediately buried her head in the crook of my neck. "You're drunk, Hales. Go to sleep."
"But I still know that you're beautiful, even if I'm drunk. You really are beautiful, Leslie."
My fluttered in my chest. I smiled into her hair, and kissed her head. "Hales. I love you."
"And I love you." 

Losing her is something you will not be able to comprehend. The pain will maybe never go away. The pieces will never fit like they used to. Your world will come crashing down around you feet, and you will break.