One Smile Please

Chapter Eight

One Smile Please

Chapter Eight:

"Dude, chill out on the drinks, I thought you said you don't drink much," I said to Fraser as he sat gulping down alcohol like no tomorrow.

"Actually I said I drink sometimes," He glared at me.

"Well drinking, only leads to liver cancer," I say, "there are other ways to prove this you know?" He just shook his head, and loosened his tie.

"One more," Fraser shouted. I glared at the bartender, and shooed him away. But Fraser caught on and asked for two more shots and put down some money on the table. Ugh, rich people. This was a bad idea, I can't believe I thought this would be interesting. Okay, maybe it was slightly... but still.

"Fraser, we're going now," I said.

"No," he said downing the shot and screaming. Then he did something extremely unexpected. He jumped up on top of the counter that we were leaning against, just as the song Timber came on.

He started dancing. Like literally threw his blazer off and was jumping, dancing, and damn for someone who didn't dance, he had moves. I started laughing as he began singing in high pitch voice along with Kesha, not long after I started cheering him on!

As the part where Pitbull says 'Spin your partner round and round,' Fraser grabbed my hand pulling me up on the table and then spun me around. We had a big audience. But I couldn't careless; I was having too much fun.

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"Why are we leaving already?" he asked innocently. I was dragging Fraser back to his car, as somehow the paparazzi had found out that the supposed 'son' of Mr Anderson was partying like an animal.

"Just follow me," I said. I pushed him into the passenger's side, whilst taking the keys from him.

"You're pretty," Fraser whispered from out of nowhere, shocked I turned to face him, and saw that he was looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"And you're drunk," Yup, just play it off cool Charlie. What? He is drunk! For all I know he could be talking about a unicorn that's supposedly sitting next to me.

"No," he leaned in. "I'm not," I could almost feel his breath fanning on my face, and it reeked of beer and alcohol, though for some reason I couldn't will myself to move away. "I think you're-" all of a sudden his facial expression changed into a pained and worried one. Shit what the hell?! Was he dying? Heart attack? Asthma? In my panicked state I jerked back, and somehow managed to hit my arm against the horn which caused me to jump half a mile in the air. At the same time Fraser opened the door, at first I was confused as fuck, but then I heard it. And then smelt it. Ugh.

Yup. He puked. Outside of his car. Probably a bit in his car too. Should I go hold his hair? Wait, no, he doesn't really have much. When he was done, he turned back in.

After a few minutes of both of us just staring ahead of us, I couldn't help it. "Well that was slightly awkward,"

I realised I didn't know where Mr Anderson's house was, yeah I'd been there, but I had no sense of direction, and it was dark. I looked at Fraser for help, but he was sleeping. So impulsively I decided to take him home. Taking a multi-millionaire home? Yeah.... This wasn't going to go down well with Jenny.

"He's drunk, and you bought him home?!"

"I didn't know what else to do with him!"

"Take him to his house maybe?!"

"I thought you liked him!"

"What?! I have a boyfriend!"

"I thought you'd have dumped him! It's been over a week!"