Written - 1/07/18
It took Reece only seconds to pick me up after I tripped.
"Whoooopppss", I giggled, dragging out the word.
"Babe", he muttered, holding me tight so I didn't wobble, "be careful", he didn't say it in an angry way and he wasn't patronising me, he was being gentle.
I hiccuped and giggled, "I'm always careful"
He led me from the back garden, winding through dozens of people to get to the back door.
"Excuse me", Reece muttered, pushing past someone, the guy turned and glared at Reece angrily, despite his politeness.
"Watch where you're going", he snarled at my boyfriend.
"Hey!", I shouted, the drink in my hand was starting to slip, due to my clammy palms, and the alcohol that was coursing through my bloodstream was making my thoughts foggy and jumbled, "who do you think you are?", I shouted angrily. I was angry at the way he had just treated Reece, with no respect at all, even though Reece was the sweetest person on earth.
He had vowed not to drink today, just so I'd have a lift home and a steady head to rely on.
The guy moved closer and squared his shoulders, "excuse me?!", he growled. I stood straighter, but Reece grabbed my wrist.
"Cmon y/n, he's not worth it", he told me before pulling me back into the house.
I was a lightweight, and I'd known it since I was fifteen and had tried alcohol at a party with some friends from school. I remember how the vodka had burned my chest and had reappeared only moments later. I remember all my friends laughing and calling me weak, and I remember continuing to drink it, despite the hangovers, because peer pressure is real and it's scary.
"Hey!", a voice slurred behind me. I spun quickly and immediately regretted it, as the pounding in my head increased significantly.
I looked around for the source of the voice and couldn't find it until a girl approached me and hugged me tightly.
Maybe it was the alcohol in my system, or maybe she was confused and thought I was someone else, but I couldn't place her. I didn't think I'd ever seen her before in my entire life.
"Nikki", she screamed in my ear and I winced. My name is not Nikki. (An-Sorry if your name is acc Nikki omg)
I smiled and hugged her back and she chatted away for a few minutes. I could see Reece, over her shoulder, standing at the counter and watching me with an amused smile lightly dancing across his lips.
She laughed loudly, clearly drunk, but so was I, so I couldn't really judge her and then leaned in for another hug. She sauntered away, her stilettos wobbling and Reece rejoined my side.
"Who the fuck is she?", I ask him a bit too loudly. My head pounded along with the deafening music and I tried to make myself sound present and focused.
"I-"
"Who the fuck is Nikki?", I interrupt him again before he has a chance to reply.
"I think it's time to leave", he suggests.
"Nooo", I pout, dragging out the word dramatically, "I'm having too much fun"
Just then the song booming over the speakers, and down the whole street, switches to Katy Perry "Last Friday Night"
My face lights up with excitement and I turn to Reece.
"Cmon, DANCE WITH ME", I scream over the music. My words slur, running together slightly, making me a little incoherent.
He shakes his head, "y/n we need to leave", he says.
"Ugh, you're NO FUN", I shout and weave my way through the crowd, immediately losing sight of him.
Reece finds me immediately, "y/n", he says gently, "you're drunk, its late, we should go"
I wish I could see his reason, as he leaves the party, I wish I could leave willingly, instead of being a drunk, rambling mess, who needs to hold her boyfriends house as she leaves a party that is at an address she can't even remember.
