After the fireworks everyone decides to go back inside because it's really cold and we have a lot of drinks left.
Zayn seems to have forgotten about his promise of going back up to his room, but I don't really mind...per se. I want and actually owe Jake to get drunk with him, so I start looking for him. I eventually find him in the kitchen, talking to Harry with a drink in his hand.
"Renee!" he exclaims, raising his cup at me.
"Jakeee." I trail off and walk over to the counter to pour myself a drink. "I promised you we'd get drunk tonight, so let's do it."
"Harold, you're free to join us." Jake tells him and Harry nods, obviously in.
Jake offers to do the honors and places three shot glasses on the island counter that he fills with tequila to the brim.
"To a New Year and new beginnings!" Jake says and the three of us down it.
The alcohol burns my tongue and my throat, but I put my glass down anyway to do another one.
"Another one?" Harry asks and Jake nods, filling the glasses.
"Three, two, one." I count and there goes another. I'm already feeling a bit tipsy but one more shot won't hurt. And besides, three is a lucky number.
"Let's do one more. So there won't be a pair number. That's for dead people." Harry justifies, as if having read my mind.
"Alright, fair enough." Jake agrees and fills the glasses once again.
This time, Harry counts down and the three of us drink together.
"One more?" I ask, although everything is already spinning and I feel a bit ill.
"I think you've had enough for the night." Someone behind me says and I roll my eyes as I turn around to face Zayn.
"You're not my parent." I say and cross my arms.
"He would make a great daddy though." Jake tells me and Zayn snorts.
"If you're not going to stop drinking, you're going to either throw up and wake up with a massive hangover, or you'll end up in an alcoholic coma."
"Oh shit, sorry, I forgot you are an alcohol doctor." I sarcastically say and try to walk away from him, but I can't really walk on five-inch heels while drunk, so I stumble and almost fall down. Zayn catches me by my arm and holds me upright.
"You need to lay down."
"Is that lingo for you wanting to have sex with me?"
"I'm not going to have sex with you when you're this drunk. You need to sleep it off, come on."
"No." I stubbornly say but he's quick to wrap an arm around my knees and one around my back, before he starts carrying me towards the giant flight of stairs.
"You have such I nice house." I slur as he walks upstairs. "And a nice face. Your face is nicer than your house. I wonder if your dick is as big as your house. Or have I seen it before? Have I?"
"No, you haven't."
He pushes the door to his bedroom with his foot, and then settles me down on the now vacant bed.
"Wait. Where are Perrie and Katherine? Weren't they here?"
"You mean Perrie and Sophia, right?"
"Riiight. I thought it was Katherine since they were together." I mumble and swing my legs in the air so my shoes can come off.
One accidentally almost hits Zayn in the face and I laugh so loud I even scare myself.
"How about I undress you so neither of us will get hurt, huh?"
