The drive made my house feel like it was 2 seconds away from the store. It was probably due to my mind racing at 100mph over what I was doing right now. Yeah, What the fuck am I doing right now? I'm going back to my house to drink wine with my kind of 'ex'. Are we even exes? We never made it official and we never broke up so technically I suppose we are just ex-hook ups. Ex-booty calls? I don't know but whatever we had hurt when it stopped.

Now I'm inviting her into my home, at least Aubrey is here almost as my emotional support animal. I just look to her when I feel like I could explode and she does the rest of the work for me.

We sat on my couch which we sunk into, the fabric soft and ribbed. It was an expensive couch so seeing the two of them curl up into it made the $1500 price tag feel a little less disgusting. I sat on one end, Aubrey in the middle and Y/N at the opposite end to me. She laid back on the arm rest, her head looking cosy with the fabric underneath it whilst one of her arms slumps over the backrest, the other holding her large wine glass I had given her 30 minutes prior. When she wasn't taking large gulps of it, she rested it on her stomach which I would glance down to every time she placed it back on there- her shirt would rise slightly and the tattoos I knew all too well would show. Okay, I need to stop.

The conversation hadn't stopped since we got here. The three of us talked liked we were three best friends gossiping. The room went silent when Aubrey bluntly asked:

"Why were you crying earlier?"

Y/N looked taken aback, looking to me and then back my best friend who tilted her head with a frown.

"Crying? I don't cry" Y/N lies. I knew she had been crying but was too prideful to admit it. When we played house for a few months together, she didn't shed a tear once or express a feeling to me. She would either get angry or just walk off and I wouldn't hear from her that night until the early morning where she would apologise and we move on.

"You were definitely crying. Right, Liz?" She turns to me, widening her eyes almost wanting me to agree so she could pry at Y/N's feeling more. I played along, nodding.

Y/N stuttered to speak, shaking her head a few times before finishing her wine. I went to hand her the bottle but as I leant over Aubrey, she snatched it from my hands.

"Not until she admits she was crying" Aubrey teases. I mouth the words 'I'm sorry' with a smile to Y/N as I lay back on the couch, watching like I was at the cinema. Y/N rolled her eyes before holding out the glass for Aubrey to pour the wine.

"I was crying" Y/N muttered, waving the glass side to side slightly anticipating the liquid in her glass. When Aubrey only pours a small amount into it, Y/N groans throwing her head back. "Why?" Aubrey asks, monotone as always.

I nudge Aubrey and she looks to me as though I'm doing something wrong. As we bicker in silence, she would momentarily speak a "what" or "shut up" and I would widen my eyes to tell her to shush. After what seemed like 20 years, Y/N spoke.

"Flo and I got in an argument and I hung up on her, so I'm in deep shit."

Is it bad that my ears pricked up at the mention of her and Florence having an issue. I'm sorry but I can't help the fact that it made me happy? I wasn't happy that Y/N was upset but I was here to be the one she told... As well as Aubrey that is.

"Over what?" Aubrey ushers her to continue by pouring more wine into her glass, which Y/N stares at for a moment before gulping it down like it was water.

"Over me wanting to drop out of University and buy La Lace"

I sit up, crossed my legs and leaned in slightly as I listen to my bartender. "Why was there an argument?" I ask, now only involving myself.

"She said "No". I was selfish for wanting to buy it. I get where she is coming from but-"

"It's not selfish" I exclaim, scoffing at the idea of Florence saying that to Y/N. I almost got protective? After a few moments of silence, Aubrey pours Y/N a full glass of wine, finishing the bottle off. "You need it"

"She wants me to stay doing psychology, be a therapist, make money..." Y/N continues. I shake my head in disbelief. I know it's not my place to say but maybe it's the wine talking...

"Who the fuck does she think she is?!"

"Woah, slow down their buddy" Aubrey says turning to me with a look of 'Are you sure you want to do this right now?' I look to her and shake my head. "No, seriously, that's out of order." I finish.

"That's what I'm saying! I hate psychology and I love that stupid club." Y/N says, matching my energy as she sits up also. "But I'll be sleeping on the couch for the next month, she won't speak to me and I won't be able to save La Lace from our stupid government. What a life I'm living, right." She goes on a little rant but my head tilts.

"La Lace is shutting down?" She nods. "No, they can't! That's where we-" I start before Aubrey's head shoots to me and makes me realise what I'm about to say. I open my mouth then close it again like a fish gasping for water, reaching over to the wine bottle on the side and taking a rather large gulp from it.

The air feels tight before Y/N speaks again.

"La Lace will be gone along with my apartment meaning I have to get a moving truck and..." She begins to rant again but Aubrey butts in like her usual self. "I thought you lived in a new fancy house with your Fiancée" she says with almost a mocking tone. It was strange that Y/N kept the apartment, I could've sworn she was living with Florence and that's how Aubrey knew.

"I don't know... I guess... I was worried about buying a house with her so I kept my apartment... but that doesn't matter anymore." She sulks. I had never seen her like this before, she almost seemed weak. She seemed like an emotional wreck waiting to explode. As she shook her head at herself, she stood up and threw herself on the couch in-between Aubrey and I. My eyes followed her every movement, frozen in place as her arm leant on my crossed legs and the other reached for the bottle in my hands. She placed her lips around the cold glass, taking a few gulps before handing it back to me. I take it from her, our hands cheesily brush against each other and I feel those same butterflies in my stomach as the night we met.

Aubrey's smug smile can be seen behind Y/N's head as she rests it back against the couch. She throws her legs into my lap and without a second thought I place my hands on them, giving them a small squeeze. It felt normal. "I wish I could just sell my car and buy it." She grumbles, clearly drunk.

"You were going to sell your car for it?" I ask and she hums a yes. "Even I know that shows how much you want that fucking club" I reply with a small laugh, Aubrey just watching us. She reacts to everything we say like she's a mime. "If you were my fiancée, I would let you get that club, I'd probably-" I start but Aubrey's reaction makes me finish. She raises her eyebrows like I've just said I eat babies' hearts.

After talking for a few more hours, we had started to doze off on the couch. Y/N kept her legs on me and Aubrey excused herself upstairs, her loud attempts at a whisper waking both Y/N and I up.

"I'm going to bed. You two keep the noise down" A smirk crosses her face and I look to Y/N who looks too distracted by the wine stain on her hoodie to notice what Aubrey just insinuated. My best friend goes upstairs and I hear her door close, I start to shuffle around, uncomfortable. After a few minutes Y/N leans over to me, placing her head on my shoulder, her hand in the centre of my chest and her leg bending over mine.

Does she think I'm Florence? Or does she know it's me who she's cuddling up with. What if she's doing this on purpose to make a move on me... Surely not? UGH.

I laid in silence, just feeling everything, I could feel her. Her warmth radiated through her clothes and the weight of her body brought back memories. Really fucking good memories. The alcohol coursing through my veins makes me move my hand to hold hers.

Without hesitation, she leans up slightly on her elbow and looks me in the eyes like I was the love of her life. Her pupils widened and dilated and as she laid looking at me, I just stared back confused as to what is going on right now. She was looking like she wanted to kiss me and that was confirmed when her eyes drifted to my lips. At the sight of her clearly edging forward to kiss me, my lips part and I wait for her move, unsure if she was actually trying to kiss me.

"I missed you too" She whispers before plunging her lips on to mine. It wasn't soft and it definitely wasn't a meaningless kiss. She passionately moved her lips with mine, of course I kissed her back. She moaned into my mouth and I moved my hand up to cup her cheeks, just as she went to role on top of me, I pulled away and stood up

"Woah, hey, whatcha doing there" I say with a fake laugh and a slightly southern accent, trying to break the sexual tension which felt like it was the only air I was breathing.

She looks to me, I try gage her reaction but she doesn't even look flustered. She knew what she was doing... she's drunk... she has no clue what she's just done. Y/N gives me a look of confusion before closing her eyes and going to sleep. Typical of her to just leave me hanging like that, confused and very sexually frustrated. What did she want? I searched for my phone but found Y/N's.

Where are you? You never came home?

Are you seriously ignoring me?

Where the fuck are you.

Fuck you

We need to talk, love you.

Babe where are you? I'm worried.

delivered 5:30am

Woah, she was persistent. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.

"Flo👠 is finding your iPhone..."

FUCK. She knows where Y/N is; in my house, completely off her face drunk and alone with me.

Had Y/N told Florence about me? Would she know who I am?

An angry knock at the door takes me out of my thoughts.