Chapter 3 - Intoxicated

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The car journey there was strange, Harry sat in the front with Michael and discussed bands and I sat in the back alone with nothing to do but sit in my phone on Facebook and twitter.when we arrived Harry dragged Michael off stating that "there is someone I'm dying for you to meet" so I was left standing along in the hallway of some, what seemed to be a fraternity house with drunk teenagers either passed out on the floor, making out or getting drunk, pushing me from side to side. It's was when I tried to walk to the kitchen to find myself a drink when I saw something. It was the boy I walked into. His tall blonde quiff fell perfectly on top of his head and his cool blue eyes glistened perfectly in the light, he was definitely hot, but way out of my league. I was getting a bit flustered with all the people around me so I decided to drink to boost my confidence, I'm not gonna lie whatever I picked up tasted absolutely foul but I downed the drink so I would get drunk quicker. After my fourth drink I found myself a bit hysterical walking up the stairs of this rather large old fraternity house.

As I tried to walk along the balcony at the top of the stairwell I found myself lose my footing in my ridiculously high heels but before I landed on the ground and probably twisted my ankle and large hand grabbed tightly onto my arm pulling me up slightly.

"Woah there tipsy, the weathers better up here than on the ground" a deep voice spoke. It was the boy I kept seeing, the one I knocked over

The alcohol obviously took over and I just started giggling quietly to my self while placing a hand over my mouth and nearly falling down again before the boy caught me by putting an arm around my waist to steady me.

"I think you should take those heels off before you break something" he laughed while guiding me to a bedroom where I was placed on the end of a bed.

He took the heels off my feet and placed them in a corner before facing me from the corner of the room

"So what's your name?" He spoke softly whilst rubbing the back of his neck.

"I-I'm Lil-dizzle in the house wordddddd" the alcohol spoke for me

"Well, lil-dizzle, I'm Luke and I think you should stay here and sober up.Don't want to see an innocent little girl like you getting hurt now do we, I'll be back in a few hours so make yourself at home" Luke spoke whilst winking and then swiftly exiting before shutting the door leaving me sat on his bed, alone and drunk.

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