"Reece? Yeah it's y/b/f/n, can you come pick y/n up? I'd drive her home but I've had a drink too so I can't. We're at random/name's, on Grove Avenue. Cheers mate, see you in a few," Your best friend said down the phone to your boyfriend. There was a house party and you'd gotten completely wasted. Reece decided against coming since he was still recovering from tour, but he urged you to go because he didn't want you to miss out.
Reece sped round the corner in his car, walked to the front door of the house that was now a complete wreck. He entered the house and quickly found you and y/b/f/n in the living room. You were drunkenly trying to get her to dance, but she kept trying to get you to calm down. He chuckled to himself, slipping between sweaty bodies. You turned around to see him stood there and recognised him, despite the blurred vision.
"Reece?" You hiccuped, "what're you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you home baby, you're drunk," he explained, holding back his laughter.
"But I want to stay!" You shouted, tripping over a red solo cup into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady, his strong arms pulling you up and keeping you stable.
"No, y/n, come on. Let's go," he said, pulling you towards the front door and nodding a thank you to your best friend and tugging you by the wrist.
You fought your way out the door and he picked you up just to shut you up, carrying you bridal style to his car. He strapped you in and went round his side, putting the car into motion and driving back to his house.
"Why did you come and get me Reecey?" You asked. You weren't thinking straight - the alcohol had left bumps and waves in your system.
"Because I love you, y/n," he explained simply, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.
"Do you actually?"
"Yes, y/n," he laughed heartily, "I do. More than anything,"
"Oh. Well I love you too," you slurred, though he knew you meant it. He smiled to himself and pulled into the driveway, helping you out of the car and carrying you bridal style to his house.
His parents were away with his sister, thank God, or they'd probably think you were an alcoholic.
As soon as he closed the door you pressed your lips against Reece's hungrily, rubbing your crotches together.
"Please Reece," you whispered as he pulled away.
"Y/n, no. Not when you're drunk,"
"But I want to!"
"I don't care, you'll regret it in the morning. I'm not taking advantage of you while you're drunk, okay?"
"But Ree-"
"Y/n shush, I'm going to help you get undressed and then put you to bed, okay? You need to sleep,"
He sent you upstairs with a pair of your comfy shorts and one of his shirts, joining you five minutes later with a class of water and some aspirin for the morning. He too got ready for bed, as it was now nearing 3am, slid under the sheets next to you, and wrapped his strong arms around your intoxicated body.
After a couple of minutes, soft snores were escaping both of your lips.
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The next morning when you woke up, you had a screeching headache. You remembered the alcohol, the drinking, and how Reece refused to have sex with you while you were drunk. What a sweetie.
The bed beside you was empty, which meant that Reece was probably making food as he wouldn't just leave you with a hangover.
You were just about to get up when he pushed open the door, holding a tray of toast with your favourite topping on. You smiled at him knowingly and sat up as much as you could without it hurting.
"Morning baby," he beamed, placing down the tray and kissing you on the forehead.
"Morning, Reecey. Ugh, this headache is killing me," you moaned.
"There's some aspirin and water just there, take it if you need. But eat first, don't have it on an empty stomach,"
He always took care of you, that boy.
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I don't like how this turned out at all. Sorry guys 😬😬
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