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"Lav? What are you doing here?! Also we discussed this, I'm not a fucking leprechaun." He asked, stated, grumbled, whatever!
He looked around behind me as I smiled wider at him.
"Baby I've missed you!" I said clapping my hands.
Brad shook his head, opening the door wide enough as he stepped to the side, so I could step inside.
My brain had forgotten his question the second he said it.
Oops.
I tried to keep myself together and walk like I wasn't drunk but that didn't work in the slightest bit. I bumped into the door frame and then into Brad a little before actually stepping inside the house. My hands fell to the wall as I stabled myself, looking back at Brad with a cheeky smile on my face.
"Did you miss me?" I asked as Brad shut the door behind us, "Because I know I missed youuuu!" I sang.
I felt Brad's hands on my waist so I pushed myself off of the wall, using Brad to stabilize myself.
I looked at him to see his was looking down at the floor. Is the floor prettier then my face or something?
"Why are you bleeding?" He asked, ignoring my question this time, "And where are you shoes? Did you walk here?!" I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me as he started to get angry.
Me not like angry people.
"I was bored and I haven't seen you all day-" I spoke.
"You walked here from the party? You know that's a few blocks away right?" I shook my head and walked further into his house.
"It look a little stroll through New York to see the night life what's wrong with that-Ahh!" I let out a little scream as Brad picked me up in his arms, holding me bridal style.
"We're going to fix your feet and then you're going to sleep Lav... You smell like a bar." I let out a silly little giggle as Brad started walking around his house with me in his arms.
I moved my head and lifted my foot to see it was in fact bleeding. I guess my attempts to miss the glass on the sidewalk failed.
"I may be a wee bit drunk." I smiled, putting on a horrible Irish accent.
"A little you think?" He mumbled more to himself.
I lent my head against Brad's chest as he walked us through the house.
"I don't wanna go to sleep!" I groaned.
Brad didn't bother responding to me as he continued to carry me.
I opened my eyes as I was laid down on a bed, my feet dangling off the edge of it as I realised I was in Brad's bedroom.
"Don't move, I'll be back in a second." I heard Brad speak but I didn't bother replying.
