Taylor's pov
I like drinking on occasion, but y/n drinks too much. I love her so much but she has a serious alcohol problem. And it's getting worse. She got home at 4am yesterday in an Uber because she was absolutely wasted. She could barely walk and was throwing up all night.
"Hey y/n?" "Yes Taylor?" "I think you might need help, your alcoholism is getting worse all the time." "Tay, I'm gonna be ok." "No y/n, you drank so much yesterday you could barely walk, and thats happened numerous times this month." "Drop it Tay, I don't have a problem." Y/n preceded to get up and head to the kitchen, I of course followed her. Unsurprisingly she grabbed a beer bottle and I snatched it. "What the hell Tay!" "No alcohol, you're still hungover from last night." "Taylorrrrrrr." "That's final y/n." Damn she's pouting now, so cute. I kissed her on the cheek and put away the beer. Sometimes I feel like her mom but I wouldn't have it any other way.
