london boy | wroetoshaw

seven

"Odds on you take another shot with me?" Harry nudged Mia as he slid into the seat next to her with two sambuca shots in hand. She was sat at a table with Talia and Freya, the three of them finally taking a break from the dance floor to catch their breath. 

"Harry I'm absolutely peppered right now." She giggled, the countless vodka lemonades she enjoyed clearly already reached her brain. She was having the time of her life, she had danced away the night with some friends and was drunk out of her mind. Who could ask for a better Friday night?

"So what's a little more going to do? Come on, just a little sambuca shot, don't be a party pooper." He egged on with a big grin on his face, the drunker he got the more he wanted to drink. But never alone, he had spent the night getting his friends to get absolutely battered with him. She let out a sigh, but a drunken smile was still plastered on her face. 

"Harry..." She groaned, throwing her head back slightly as she considered giving into him. 

"Fine, fine.. odds on?" He negotiated, hopeful that the 2 shots in front of him wouldn't go to waste. Well, to be honest neither would have gone to waste anyways but it was more fun this way and they both knew it. 

"Alright, twenty." She nodded, looking at him. He had small sweat beads on the side of his head and a grin plastered onto his face, both signs of a fun night.

"How about fifteen?"

"Fine, fifteen."

"But you know, a good man would do ten." He grinned, sounding like a business man trying to close a deal.

"Let me guess, an even better man would do five?"

"You, Mia Stone, deserve to be a national treasure, you do." 

She let out a chuckle and shook her head at his slick tongue, something she had learned to admire about the boy. . 

"Oh save it Harold, just count it down already." She sighed, knowing what was coming to her. 

"One...

Two...

Three..."

"Four."

"Well fuck me." She sighed, picking up the shot glass and slightly turning to face him. She lifted her shot glass slightly as he did the same.

"To new beginnings?" He asked, the drunken smile not leaving his face for a second. 

"Absolutely fucking not, to the end of our friendship." She said in a joking tone before throwing the shot back and letting the burning liquor hit her throat. 

"Oh fuck off." He chuckled before taking his shot, shaking his head once the liquid went down. 

"What's going on over here?" A voice asked, causing the two to turn their heads to the other side of the table. Freya had interrupted with a small smile on her face as her eyes flickered between the two.

"Well, Harry over here is trying to get me absolutely battered." Mia explained with a laugh, causing Freya to shake her head disapprovingly at the blonde boy.

"Harry! The poor girl is already peppered, how is she supposed to get home?" Freya laughed, watching the two clearly drunk out of their minds. 

"Freya! I'm taking her home, obviously." Harry mimicked, a sneaky grin appearing on his face.

"How are you even going to take yourself home, let alone someone else?" Freya asked light heartedly, clear to anyone she was just teasing the younger boy. 

"Well that's half the fun now, isn't it?" He smirked, shaking his head at her. Freya just let out a laugh and Mia rolled her eyes at him, both of them enjoying his laid back view of life. 

Before Mia could respond, she saw her phone light up from the table. A call from Matt popping up from her screen, she let out a groan.

"Is that the wanker who called your roast dry?" Harry slurred, disgust laced through his voice. 

"Leave it, Harry." She sighed, lifting her phone off the table to send him a text letting him know she was still out and couldn't talk. 

to matt
still out with some friends, i'll call you in the morning x

from matt
okay
you better not forget to call though

Mia let out a loud sigh, before locking her phone. Before letting herself fall into a black hole of thoughts that her mind was just waiting to unleash, she shook her head as if to shake off any negative energy. 

"Is that the boyfriend of yours Talia's been bitching about?" Freya asked with an intrigue in her voice. Mia let out a soft chuckle, before sending a playful glare at Talia.

"He isn't as bad as she makes him out to be, she hasn't even met the boy." Mia grumbled, defending her boyfriend as if it had become a script she was rehearsing. 

"Boy, Mia, don't you sound sure of yourself." Harry said sarcastically, getting a head shake out of Mia. 

"Oh fuck off, would you. Don't you have shots to take?" She teased, nudging him playfully.

"You're right, I do. See you later, ladies." Harry said, shooting them all a playful wink and a large grin before getting up and heading back to the bar. 

"God help whoever he ends up with." Talia said with a sigh, shaking her head slightly at the thought of the poor soul who would end up spending forever with the boy. 

"You've got that right, sister." Freya nodded in agreement.

a/n
a shorter chapter, but i wanted to get something out tonight ahaha, but don't worry theres a few longer chapters coming your way soon !! but if anyones actually reading this- do you prefer more frequent uploads and a few shorter chapters here and there or would you rather have me write longer ones that take a bit more time?

anyways here was some semi-wholesome mia and harry taking shots together.