"Hey...y/n,"James' voice hesitantly greeted you.
"Hi, James. What's up? Aren't you guys at your place?"you asked into the phone, shoving some more chips into your mouth.
Brad and the boys were over at James' house for the night to celebrate the fact that they had finished the album. Brad, of course, asked you to go with him but you declined, knowing that it was a moment for the boys. You, also, needed to chill out for some hours, eat some junk food and watch shitty Netflix movies. You hadn't done that in a while.
"Everything's dandy, I just- Brad's kinda hammered,"you could tell that James was cringing while the words left his mouth.
"God's sake,"you groaned, "How hammered are we talking?"
"Erm, he's currently chugging whiskey while pretending to be a ballerina,"James answered and you once again groaned.
"Jesus,"you rubbed your face, knowing you would have to go there and bring him back home, "I'll be there in five."
"Okay, I'll try to not let him get to any alc- Brad! No, don't give him vodka shots, Connor. Y/n, I'll...just come here,"and with that, you two hung up and you got up from the couch to put your shoes on.
Thankfully, James' apartment was only a few minutes away from yours and Brad's and you contemplated whether or not to take your car. Putting your extremely drunk boyfriend in a car would be way too hard when you could just help him stumble home. So you decided that you'd walk there and who knows, maybe you could get some pretty funny videos of Brad trying to walk.
You walked the short distance to James' and knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. When he did, he had a guilty smile plastered on his face, gesturing you to come in.
"Where is he?"you asked and James pointed to the living room, where Brad was humping the air to the beat of 'Shades On'. His red eyes fell on you, his smile reaching his ears as he tried to walk where you are but miserably failed. You shook your head, laughing when he fell on the couch that he apparently didn't see.
"Brad, let's go home,"you told him, heading to where he was.
"Nah, babe. Having a groovy time here,"he slurred, attempting to wink right after.
"C'mon, B. You look like you're about to pass out,"you said, kneeling next to him and pushing your fingers through his curls.
"M'not gonna pass out, I'm totally fiiiiine,"he assured, drawing out his last word.
"I love you but you look terrible right now, so let's just go home,"you tired to persuade him but he smirked, giving you a weird look.
"Oh, you love me? Love you too, babe, gimme kisses,"he pouted his lips, waiting for you to actually kiss him but instead, you stand up and turn around to go the kitchen.
"Oh boy, look at that ass!"he sings once you turn around, causing you to turn your head and give him a look to which he replies by blowing a kiss your way.
After bringing him his water and finally getting him to agree to come home with you, with his arm looped around your shoulders and your around his waist, you said goodbye to everyone and you were off to your house. He was stumbling and giggling until he stopped dead in his tracks, causing you to lose your balance a bit.
"What's up?"you looked at him, slightly alarmed since he could throw up or pass out in any second.
"I love you,"he blurted out, staring off into space. Your lips curled into a smile and you were about to answer when he took a step back.
"I love y/n and I will marry her one day and we'll have the sexiest children,"he shouted at the top of his lungs. He literally screamed that sentence, as if he wanted the world to know that you are the most precious thing for him.
"Brad,"you gasped, slapping your hand over his mouth, "It's fucking two in the morning."
"So? Everyone should know that love you and you are only mine. I mean not like own you but I would be pretty sad if you left me, ya know? You're your own person and-"
"Shut up,"you chuckled, "I know what you meant and I love you."
"Well, it would be quite awkward if you didn't,"he mumbled and started walking again.
"Yeah...yeah it would be,"you smiled at him, watching try to balance and reach your house for a bit more until you decided that he was probably gonna get hurt without your help. You assisted him inside and then helped him get ready for bed, where he drunkenly plopped down, wrapping his arm around your waist firmly before drifting into a deep slumber.
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hope you like this part, i think
it's quite cute🥺
drunk/brad would be an absolute
treat ngl and i wish i could
experience that but i probably
won't soooo...
also thank you for every vote/comment. even if i dont reply, know that i read
all of them xxx
-sofia
