Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Four - I'm Up For It!

"Hey James!" I shouted over the loud music to the first sober person I found.

"Hey Bella, do you want a drink?" He held out a red cup containing a strong smelling liquid.

"What is this?" I asked before I drunk it and made a fool out of myself so early in the night.

"Vodka and Coke, mainly vodka." He grinned.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Yammouni?" I smirked and he laughed, shaking his head innocently. "Okay, what have I got to lose?" I took the drink from his hand and necked it in one.

"Woah slow down missy, it's the start of the night!" I rolled my eyes. "But it's good to see you having fun!" He covered up his boring attitude with an irresponsible one, good choice James.

"Come on, let's find the others." I said, wrapping my arm around his waist and his was then wrapped around my shoulder, squeezing me slightly.

When we reached everyone on the big sofa in the living room, I stepped over one final body on the floor. I swear to god, most of these people couldn't handle their drinks, it was only just quarter past eight.

"Hey guys!" I shouted to get their attention. As soon as he noticed me, Beau was up from his seat and making his way over to me.

He planted a soft kiss on my lips and held my hand in his. It felt so good and natural.

"Miss me?" I teased as we sat back on the sofa. He nodded and dragged me closer to him, pulling my legs over his.

"More than you can imagine." He pouted.

His arm was around my waist and he was so close that I could feel his heartbeat against me. It was steady and not up beat with adrenaline like I thought it would be.

"Who wants to play some drinking games?" Daniel interrupted my thoughts. He was always the person to lighten the mood, because so far the party was pretty boring.

"I'm up for it!" I hear a voice say. My voice. I said it without even realising and I had already dropped myself in it, but I was feeling risky.

After about an hour of Beer Pong, which I had never played so sadly me and Beau lost, I decided it was time to hit the bathroom. Whenever I drunk alcohol, my bladder seemed to shrink so it was like I was only capable of holding at most two drinks.

"One second baby." I whispered into Beau's ear before using all my effort to get off his lap.

I stumbled through all of the people, downstairs, on the stairs and up the stairs. It seemed like there were double the amount of people here than when I was sober.

"Are you okay?" I heard from behind me as I reached the bathroom door. I turned my head to find Harry stood with a beer can in his hand, with his eyes wandering all over the place.

"I am, the question is, are you? You look like you're about to pass out." I said, taking in his appearance. He sighed, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah you're right, I feel like I'm going to pass out." I laughed and there was a moment of silence, not an awkward silence, just slightly uncomfortable, if that makes sense... "So are you and Beau cool now?"

"I guess you could say that, I'm just pissed about what he did and he knows that."

"Well obviously, it was so stupid." He looked so restless and he kept swaying from side to side. No matter how much I had drunk, he was so much worse than me, what a lightweight.

"I know it was stupid and I-" Harry's body suddenly tipped towards me, and pushed me to the ground. He passed out.

"Oh shit, Harry are you okay?" I said, not worrying about the fact I just landed straight on my back, trying to lift him from myself, but he was too heavy. "Harry. Harry wake up!" I said repeatedly hitting him across the side of the head, but he didn't shift.