closed minded; blake gray

17; adorable

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A few hours later, and i was actually enjoying myself at the party. My social anxiety was really weird... it was really only the first walking in part that made me feel like I was going to die. But that's just how anxiety works.

I was sitting on Blake's lap on the couch and of course, Nick was sitting next to us, on the arm rest, looking extremely over it.

Nick took out his camera and yelled into the mic so you could hear him, "Guys, I'm taking the handcuffs off and then I'll put them back on in the morning. This is exactly why."

He then pointed the camera towards me and Blake, making me grin, "You did this to yourself, Nickypoo."

He rolled his eyes but nonetheless dug the key out of his pocket and unlocked himself, "I'm free of the PDA thank god!"

Before he could hand me the key, Blake grabbed the cuff that Nick had let go of, and he locked it around his wrists, locking the two of us together.

"No you didn't," I groaned, looking at him angrily.

He gave me a cheesy grin, making my heart ache at how cute he was. He nodded with a grin, "Now we can be super close with an excuse."

Blake had a few drinks in him, which made him be super playful... even though it was inconvenient at a time like now.

Nick laughed, walking away with his camera and the key... he definitely shouldn't be trusted with that.

I poured, crossing my arms over my chest, which made his move with mine. He frowned, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, "Dont be mad. It's not like I was leaving your side anytime soon anyway."

I turned to face him, trying to look serious but cracking a smile when I looked at him. Blake was absolutely irresistible, now that I thought about it.

I don't think I would ever be able to say no to his absolutely adorable face.

I placed my hand on his cheek and just smiled at him, making him slightly tilt his head, "What?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

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about an hour passed, and Blake was definitely drunk.

It wasn't to the point where he couldn't walk by himself, but it was to the point where he was becoming very amusing.

I wasn't on his lap anymore, he was just mingling with his friends, while I talked to mine, but of course we were next to each other because the stupid handcuffs that I couldn't seem to escape.

Out of nowhere, Blake whispered in my ear, even though no one could hear us over the music, "Cam you come with me a second? I need to talk to you?"

I nodded, getting up and following him as he led me to my room. What the hell did he want to talk about? I mean, drunk people are usually more honest, so was he going to tell me something serioud?

Did he finally stop liking me?

As we got in there, Blake closed the door and locked it before turning to look at me. He just stared at me for a second, making me even more nervous?

"Are you mad at me or something? Because if you don't like me or something-"

Blake cut me off by placing a long, lustful kiss on my lips, instantly calming me down. I mean, it definitely made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, but made me calmer in general.

Blake pulled away with a soft smile, "I could never stop liking you, Bailey."

A sheepish grin made its way across my face, "So what the hell did you want to talk about with me that had to be in private?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, I just wanted to be alone with you."

Blake didn't say anything else, closing the gap between us once again and connecting our lips. This time is was more desperate, almost as if we both needed this kiss to survive.

His hand went down to my side, my arm going with it since we were still attached, landing comfortably on top of his arm. His other arm went behind my back, pulling me in as close as possible.

The kiss was very upfront and breathless, something that Blake and I had yet to experience.

He slowly backed us up until I was leaning against the wall, and he started to deepen the kiss. With one of his hands, he grabbed my leg and brought it up, placing his hand under my knee to keep it there.

Blake pulled away for a second, but just as he was about to lean in again, he turned his head, looking distracted.

I followed his line of sight to see he was looking at the poster of 2014 Niall Horan on my wall, making him groan, "You brought that thing here?"

I let out a small giggle, "Yeah, why? He's my husband."

Blake frowned, turning to me, "We're going to have to do something about that..."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Like what?"

It was obvious an idea came to his mind by his expression, "Well, frown my research, and basically just Serena, it's come to my attention that you're type is brown hair with light eyes, but you're also into them when they dye their hair blonde.... so I'm-"

I cut him off, "You're going to die your hair blonde?"

He nodded excitedly, "I'm going to dye my hair blonde."

I let out a small giggle, "You don't have to dye your hair blonde for me to like you, Blake Gray, I already like you."

He smiled, "I know, but it also benefits me because if look great as a blonde."

I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his shoulder. An idea then came to my mind, "Wait what if I dye my hair too? I could dye it back to brown or something..." I suggested.

Blake grinned, "You can do whatever you want and you'll still look perfect."

My cheeks flushed, "You're too much."

He smiled, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, "I'm also drunk."

I laughed, grabbing his arm and leading him towards my bed, "Yeah, you should probably go to sleep.'it's getting late and you're already going to have a head ache in the morning."

He had to follow me to the bathroom first to take off my makeup because of the stupid handcuffs that were still on our wrists.

When we got back into the room, we realized that we couldn't change because of the handcuffs, and just got into bed.