Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

7 | tipsy

Taylor's POV

"Argh come on Lila, bear with me here." Struggling to hold Lila up, I try my best to walk out of the house, without bumping into people and dropping her.

"But I don't wanna go home mommy," she slurs, laughing as she stares right at me. I groan, feeling as she's slipping closer to the ground.

"And this is why I don't drink," I mutter.

"Because you're a loser?" she giggles, hiccupping.

"No," I say irritably.

"Is it because you hate alcohol?"

With a sigh, I say, "Sure. Let's go with that." She nods.

"I'm tired." I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"I know Lila. And so am I." I continue to slightly carry her, noticing at how she's finally getting her balance back but still cannot walk with her own two feet. I swear if I let her go, she'll instantly drop to the ground.

"I also gotta throw up." You have got to be kidding me. 

"Well keep it in," I tell her, praying that she doesn't throw up right here, right now, where everybody is here having a good time. That'll just cease the whole 'party' mood.

"But I can't," she wines.

"Tough luck. You decided to drink tonight, and so you gotta keep it in. You can throw up once we're outside." She groans, holding her stomach in pain. Oh boy, this is not gonna end well.

"Why the hell were you doing shots in the first place?" I ask her, remembering just ten minutes ago when I walked away from some boy to go and look for Lila. It literally took me a damn full minute to find her since the stupid girl didn't answer her phone and didn't respond as to when I was shouting her name. Luckily, I guess, I found her in the kitchen, drinking five shots all at once, which to be honest, was not fun to see.

"Because this boy dared me," she pouts.

"And so what? A boy dared you to take five shots of vodka and you did it?" She nods with a grin. "That's not stupid at all," I mumble.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" Suddenly her mood changes. From her acting all drunk and sad to now acting all angry and still drunk.

"I'm not being mean to you Lila. I'm just being brutally honest."

"Well, that's mean!" I sigh, not knowing what to say.

"Careful, there's a step," I tell her, noticing that we're now outside in the front, walking slowly down the steps.

"We're gonna fall," Lila hums, which causes even more stress on me as she says that.

"How could you be singing about that?" She shrugs, poking my cheek like an annoying little child.

"Because it's true and I'm drunk."

"Damn right," I say, knowing that it's the truth. "Okay, you got it?" I ask her, carefully watching as she walks down the steps, yet I continue to hold onto her.

"I'm fine," she waves off. "Now let go." With a sigh I slowly let her go, which was the worst decision I have ever made in my life.

She almost falls. "Lila!" I shout, grabbing her arm as quickly as possible, bringing her close to me. "I'm such an idiot," I groan, mentally hitting myself in the face for doing that.

"I know," she says with a smile.

"Haha, funny," I sarcastically say, grabbing her hand to put it around my shoulder as I bring her close, not letting her go.