Okay so there won't be any confusion: when a longer part of text is written in italics, it's Emma talking about this when she's older.

Also I won't be posting as much as I did during the Christmas break.

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New year resolutions. Everyone had different ones. But mostly, they were about losing weight, exercising, eating less sweets, eating healthier and so on.

But I remember, clear as the sky, on a sunny day, that my new year resolution will be trying to make things work with Luke. Trying to get with him.

Honestly, I feel bad for myself. Wishing for a sociopath. Oh how stupid I was..

It's 30 seconds until midnight. I'm dressed in the white dress, that Luke got me. We're holding hands, waiting impatiently for the clock to strike midnight.

We're in a club, a new year party actually. It looks very fancy and everything is decorated.

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"Happy new year!" Everyone screams and Luke grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him, kissing me, gently.

He moves closer to my ear, "I love thay dress on you," he smirks, "and the necklace," he kisses my neck and I groan when he moves away.

I didn't drink too much, because I don't trust myself drunk around Luke. I don't want a baby in 9 months. It would be a very cute baby if it got Luke's genes.

What am I doing? Why am I thinking about my babies with Luke. I've officially lost it.

Luke is a bit tipsy and so am I, but just enough for me to still know what I'm doing. So that explains my thinking about babies with Luke.

"Wanna go back to your place," he smirks and I shake my head.

"Let's just watch the fireworks for now," I smile and look at the sky, full of red, blue, green and purple light beams.

He nods and hugs me from behind, placing his head on mine. That gesture made me twitch and tense up a bit.

"Happy new year, Em," he whispers into my ear.

"Happy new year, Luke," I smile, even though he can't see me.

We stay like that for about half an hour and go back inside.

"We need to go on the plane in 12 hours," I sigh and he nods in agreement.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my butt and a second later I can smell Luke, who's now hugging me from behind, again.

"Can we go to your place now, I'm getting tired," he whispers into my ear, making me gulp and nod.

He moves away, smacking my butt and heading towards the exit, grinning.

"Keep your hands to yourself," I say, jokingly.

"I mean I could, but why would I want to?" He sings, making me laugh.

"So you like Selena Gomez huh?" I tease and he rolls his eyes.

He calls a taxi and we're back home in half an hour.

"Ahhh, my beautiful, beautiful, bed," he squeaks and jumps on my bed.

"You aren't sleeping here," I roll my eyes and he pouts.

"Why not?"

"Because I know you'd try something," I look at him and he makes his puppy eyes.

"Hey! New year, new me, remember?" He snorts and I laugh at him, "sure Luke."

His eyes instantly light up, "does that mean I can stay?" He smiles and I shake my head.

"You have an apartment."

"Come on! You let me touch your butt. We're practically married!" He says, excitedly and I laugh at him.

"Good night Luke," I say and signal him, to leave.

"Whatever," he huffs and storms out.

He is so difficult! And easily offended!

When he leaves the house I feel alone and empty. Why do I want him here now?

Should I call him to come back? It is new year. I can't let him spend it alone. Yeah that's the reason. He can't spend it alone.

With that being said, I grab my phone, dial his number and put it against my ear.

It rings a few times until he answers.

"What?" Well he's angry.

"Could you come back?" I sigh and lay myself on the bed.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because I dont want you to spend new years alone," I close my eyes and start moving my legs around in the air.

"Okay," is all he says and then hangs up.

I sigh and hold my phone to my chest, waiting for him to come.

Suddenly the door to my room opens and Luke's standing there, with a smirk on his face, "miss me?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

He slowly walks up to my bed. I scoot over so he can lay besides me.

I'm glad my parents and my brother are spending the new years at their friends' house.

We lay in silence when he suddenly looks at me, "I'm bored. What should we do?" He smirks and I shrug, closing my eyes.

"Come on, don't be like that," he whines and turns around so he's laying on his stomach now, his head turned towards me.

My phone beeps and lights up. I got a text.

I unlock my phone and look at the text - it's from Dean.

Happy new year! We could go out for a coffee when you're back to catch up on things x.

"Who is it?" Luke lifts himself up a bit, to look at my phone. When he sees who's it from, his eyes turn cold, "Ah. I see," he murmurs and lifts himself up.

"Where are you going?" I look at him, but he doesn't answer and just leaves.

I'm not letting him leave this time. I get up quickly and catch up with him right at the door.

"Stop," I grab his strong arm. Oh I like his arms. They feel so hard and amazing and-

"What?" He interrupts my thoughts about his arms. What do I say now. I effed up. I have nothing to say.

"Uh- why are you leaving?" I say quietly and stepping in front of him, so he can't leave.

"I don't want to bother you and your loverboy," he rolls his eyes.

Whyyyy is he so jealous. I'm literally spending Christmas break with him and he was about to sleep in my bed. We're not even together!

"He's not my loverboy and you know that. So stop acting all childish and come back with me," I sigh and his eyes soften but that's gone in a flash.

"Good night, Emma," he says and moves me from the door, so he can leave.

And I'm all alone. Again.

You know what? Fuck it! I'm getting drunk tonight!

I go to the basement, where all the liqueur and other alcohol drinks are stored and take out a bottle of Jäger.

This should get me good, I smile to myself and go back upstairs.

I turn on the radio, playing The Neighbourhood.

I don't even bother to take a glass. I open the bottle and take a sip.

I make a weird face, feeling the burn of Jäger down my throat.

I think we have some Redbull in the fridge. That should make it better.

Now I take out a glass and pour a bit of both in it, taking a shot. It still burns, but it's better.

So I take about 5 shots and decide to call Jack. I miss him a lot.

It rings a few times until he answers, "yeah?" His voice is sleepy. He was probably sleeping.

"HI JACKIEEE," I say, excitedly. I'm way too excited about everything, when drunk.

"Are you drunk?" He chuckles but his voice soon turns serious, "Where are you? You're okay right?"

My best friendddd. I love himmmm.

My mind feels so funny right now.

"I'm shit, but it's okayyy..because I have youuu," I sing and laugh.

"Well I'm flattered," I can already hear the smirk on his face, "Why are you like shit?"

"I said I am shit. Not that I'm feeling like shit. Honestly Jäger makes everything better. And I dont know why I'm shit or why it's always my fault but it doesn't really matter. It always is. That's just how I ammm," I chuckle and take another sip.

"You should stop drinking," he says in a serious tone.

"Come onnn! Light up a bit *hiccup*! It's new years!" I yell a bit.

"And you're alone, drunk," he responds, "you shouldn't be alone on new year."

"Well that's why I'm calling you, dummy," I laugh at him. He really is dumb! I'm literally calling him so I'm not alone.

That makes no sense. Stupid me.

"I won't talk to you if you don't stop drinking," he states, making me frown.

"Bye then," I squeal and hang up.

I'm not stopping until the bottle is at least half empty.

He's calling me back now. I hang up and turn off my phone.

I was taking shots for about 10 minutes I think.. until the doorbell rang.

I groan, getting up and slowly stumble to the door. It just keeps on ringing and my head hurts from it.

"Yeah, yeah!" I raise my voice, getting to the door.

I finally open the door and Luke's standing there, with a worried expression on his face.

"Well look who decided to come back!" I hiss and try to turn around, but miserably failing, making me fall.

"Stupid legs! Stupid Emma! Stupid floor! Stupid Luke!" I growl and hit the floor with my palms.

"How much did you drink?" He asks me, lifting me up from the ground.

"Just a little," I giggle and Luke walks to the table, where an open Jäger is.

"Half of the bottle means 'just a little'?" He growls and I nod, laughing.

"Come on," he turns off the radio, "let's get you to bed," he sighs and I pout, "Hey! I was listening to that."

He lifts me up, bridal style and carries me upstairs.

"Wow, you're so hot and strong!" I quickly cover my mouth with my hand.

I am so so so so so stupid.

He smirks, "thanks Em. You're hot too," he winks and I can already feel the blood rushing, up to my face.

When he seats me on my bed I get an idea.

"Wait here!" I squeal and go into my closet, taking the sluttiest dress I have, out and stumble to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Are you ready?" I say in a narrator voice.

"What are you doing Em, this is-" "wha- wow." He sighs when I come out of the bathroom, dressed in it.

"How do I look?" I smirk and pose in a red dress, that barely covers up my butt and shows a lot of cleavage.

"I- wha- wow, Em-" he doesnt know what to say and I stumble closer to him, seeing his crotch getting bigger.

My sex drive is high when I'm drunk as we can all see. I'll probably regret this in the morning.

I sit on his lap, facing him and start moving my hips slowly.

"Em, you need to stop," he breathes, his fingers pressing in my skin on the hips. He's enjoying it. He doesn't want me to stop.

"You aren't convincing at all," I say, moving my hips faster now. I press my lips on his, tasting the minty breath of his.

Just as I start kissing him on his neck he says, "Okay Em, you're drunk and I don't want you doing anything you'd regret later," and with that being said he lifts me up, laying me on the bed.

"I'm not sleeping next to you," he smiles, showing his white teeth.

"Why not?"

"I don't trust you when you're drunk and I also don't trust myself when you're all over me," he sighs and sits on the bed, waiting for me to fall asleep.

I groan and turn my back to him, quickly falling asleep.

Shit. My head hurts.

Those are my first thoughts when I wake up.

I look at what I'm wearing and gasp.

What happened last night? I didn't-

"We didn't have sex," Luke says, as if he was listening to my thoughts.

"We would have if I haven't stopped you," he winks and the blood rushes to my face.

"You have some pills and water on your night stand..for the headache," he says.

"What happened last night?" I ask him and a devilish smile paints on his face.

"Nothing," his grin is growing.

"Tell me," I demand and he winks, leaving the room.

"Dick," I roll my eyes.

"I heard that!" He laughs from the hallway and I bury my head in the pillow.

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