To Reach You Again (A Danny O'Donoghue/Bo Bruce Fanfic)

Chapter 10: Sobering Up

"Are you serious?" Bo asked, not believing that I'd actually walk in the rain with her until she sobered up enough to drive.

"I'm dead serious," I responded. "I mean, it's not like I have much to do anyway, especially nothing I can do while I'm shit-faced like this," I added. "I've had very very bad hangovers before but I think this is the most I've had to drink in less than an hour. At least I think it's been less than an hour."

"You want to go back to Hyde Park?" She asked as she looked up at the sky, focusing her gaze on the pale outline of the barely visible moon through the misty grey clouds.

"If it's been raining like this for awhile the grass is probably soaking wet," I brought across. "And I could hardly keep track of where I was sober so what makes you think I'll be able to find my way out when my brain is so under the influence?" I joked. "I think it's safer for bother of us to just stick to the street where we can at least attempt to remember street names."

"You've got a point there," She agreed, looking back down from the sky and shifted her head from side to side to check the street for cars to see if it was safe to cross, which it was.

We walked on the crosswalk to the other end of the street rather slowly. I was taking gigantic steps while Bo was taking little tiny ones. The more I walked the more I staggered and leaned back and forth along with side to side, even a mix of all four at times.

"Woah," I let out as I fell onto the hard asphault sidewalk, falling arse first. Bo shot her arm from her side and pointed her finger at me, accompanied by a laugh, followed by another and another.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked, knowing the answer was yes. 'Who wouldn't be?' was her response. "Don't make me wipe that smile off your face."

"If you want to you're gonna have to catch me!" She stated in attempts to taunt me.

"Is that a challenge?" I questioned, not sure if she was challenging me or not. "Because if you are you're really going to regret it!" I pushed myself off the sidewalk back up onto my feet and attempted to run after her but tangled up my own feet in the process and almost fell back down. She laughed at me again. From the perspective of a viewer, a video of this would go viral on YouTube and if there was someone here sober enough to operate a video camera, they'd be recording it and post it online for sure, or maybe even sell it to make a quick buck.

"Don't hurt yourself," She commented to my stumbling and tangling up my own feet. "Don't fall over."

"And you really don't think I'm doing that already?" I asked, my joking tone of voice sticking to every line I say. "Is it just me or is the world spinning?"

"Define spinning," She replied. "Because yes the world is spinning, just at a rate so slow we don't notice it. Is it spinning in a way like you've just spun around and around?" I nodded, this being exactly how it was. "Then it's just you, the world's just a little blurry to me."

"Not as blurry as it is to me!" I declared as if it was something to be proud of. If people can be proud of getting as drunk as I have just now then I don't know where the world would be today. "In the bar I actually thought you were holding up 4 1/2 fingers not 3," I confessed. "And you were actually holding up 2!"

"It's not something you should be proud of, Dan!" She pointed out, stomping on my false pride.

"I was joking about it!" I responded. "If I was with Mark and Glen they'd totally be joking with me, trying to knock me down to the ground to watch me fall on me arse and laugh in my face."

"I don't doubt it because I would be too!" She informed, her laugh carrying on from before.

"Come over here!" I called out.

"Why, are you gonna push me to the ground?"

"No I'm not. I promise."

"Fine," She gave in, rolling her eyes as she slowly stepped closer to me.

"I don't believe you have me new number," I stated.

"I'd have no reason to need it."

"Let me see your arm," I requested as I pulled a pen I didn't know I had out of my jean pocket. She gave me a weird look as first, not sure of what I was going to do but stuck her arm out. I uncapped the pen and etched my new number onto her arm. "Now you won't lose it."

Hours had passed when we finally wandered our way back to Hyde Park. The rain had stopped about 1/2 an hour ago but the both of us were soaked to the skin, fortunate that it was warm and not stone cold water droplets that were pelting themselves at us.

"We should do this again sometime," I suggested as Bo was searching through her pockets in attempts to fish out her car keys.

"You mean get drunk and wander around mindlessly?" She questioned, not thinking that it would be a good idea.

"I mean to meet up again," I clarified, being able to tell that her mind had somewhat been defogged and her judgement was no longer impaired from the alcoholic beverages she had consumed.

"I think that would be lovely," She responded, surprising me that she actually had wanted to see me again.

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Here's another funny/light-hearted chapter for you. Hope the bit where Danny writes his number on her arm wasn't totaly weird but if it was it will make sense with the next couple of chapters. The theme for this chapter and the one before while writing this was We Are Young by fun. I stuck a lyric video in the media. Tell me what you think however you like!