imagines || charlie puth

12

very drunk charlie

i heard the front door being opened, at about 2am, and i left mine and charlie's bedroom to go and meet a completely hammered charlie, being supported by one of his bodyguards.

i laughed at the state of him, and took charlie off his bodyguard, thanking him for bringing charlie home.

"hello." charlie smirked at me, "you're pretty." he stated.

i chuckled, "thanks."

"wait, oh, dear." he huffed and i giggled at him, "i'm sorry for calling you pretty, but i have a girlfriend." charlie remembered, speaking drunkenly.

"it's okay." i laughed, as i was his girlfriend, and i lead him into our room.

i pulled charlie's shirt over his head but he gasped, "no, you can't, i'm sorry. you're very pretty but i have a girlfriend." he hiccuped.

"shut up, charlie." i laughed and he stared at my face.

"i think you look like my girlfriend." he sighed, clearly confused due to his drunken state.

"do i?" i played along, undoing his belt and starting to pull his jeans down for him.

"no, stop it." he said, stepping away from me and pulling his jeans down himself, "where's my girlfriend?"

"i'm right here, baby." i said, encouraging him to get into bed, now just in his boxers.

"oh, hello. i'm sorry, there was a girl here and she tried to undress me, but i told her to stop because i have a girlfriend, and i called her pretty, i'm sorry, you're prettier." he rambled and i laughed.

"that's okay, you get some sleep." i said, and pulled the covers up over him, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

he fell asleep within five minutes, and i got changed and joined him in bed a short while later, falling asleep quite quickly.