As soon as you came stumbling through the front door of your shared apartment, Perrie immediately knew something was wrong. She rushed forward to help Dani and Hope who were struggling to hold up your dead body weight.
"Is she drunk?" Your fiancée shrieked, wrapping her arms around your waist in an effort to hoist you up and over to the couch.
You seemed to answer her question for the girls when you slurred out a happy greeting and booped Perrie on the nose with your index finger before breaking out into a fit of giggles.
Perrie simply sighed and pointed Reagan to the kitchen to get you a glass of water before turning her attention to Hope and Dani. "What the bloody hell happened tonight? Why is she drunk?" Your fiancée demanded when she finally managed to set you down on the couch.
Perrie glared up at Dani, already placing her blame onto the dark haired girl. "What the bloody hell happened?" She repeated when Dani made no move to answer, causing Perrie to growl out in exasperation.
She moved to your side and placed your head on her shoulder, gently stroking your hair as you giggled under her touch. "Guys?"
It was Reagan who finally answered Perrie, rushing back to the family room with a glass of water for you. "She saw her mom." The blonde girl said, reaching out the glass for Perrie to take.
Perrie stiffened at the blonde girl's answer, her entire body going rigid in one fell swoop. "Please tell me ya're jokin'?" She nearly whispered, taking the glass from Reagan's hand and gently moving it to your lips.
You whined at first and tried to swat Perrie's hand away, but after a gentle kiss to your forehead and a "Baby, please. It'll make ya feel betta." You reaches up and grabbed the cup from Perrie's grasp and moved it to your lips and took a sip.
When Perrie looked back up to Reagan for the answer to her question, the girl shook her head sadly. "Believe me, I wish I was."
Suddenly Perrie understood. You hated alcohol, that was one of the reasons you and Perrie had first gotten along so well. Neither of you liked the idea of not being in control of your body, your actions, or your words. You had both seen what alcohol could do to a person, and you both wanted no part of that.
Every now and again, the two of you would sit down to a nice glass of wine or a spout of champagne, but it was never enough to get you drunk. And before tonight, Perrie had never imagined that she ever would see it happen, but as soon as your mom entered the picture; Perrie understood.
"So, ya lot let 'er get drunk?" Your fiancée sighed. "Great, now she's gonna wake up in tears with a hang ov'a."
Hope shifted uncomfortably under the glare Perrie was sending your friends. "We didn't really know how much she had to drink until she was practically falling off of her barstool." The red head admitted. "I guess we just didn't think about it."
Perrie rolled her eyes and sighed for what felt like the millionth time since the four of you walked through the door. "How bad was it? With 'er mam?"
"Bad Perrie." Dani whispered. "It was bad."
xXx
You awoke the next morning to a pounding in your head and the taste of vomit in your mouth. You tried to move but your body wouldn't budge from the spot you were laid in.
You couldn't remember much of last night after the run in with your mother, but you knew you had broken your promise. You just hoped that Perrie wouldn't be too mad. The last thing that you wanted to do was disappoint her and last night was already proving to be enough of a disappointment for a lifetime.
Seriously, you didn't understand why people did this to themselves. You couldn't move to open your eyelids nor lift your arm. Your arm, of course, could've been because of the weight pressed up against the right side of your body, where Perrie had her head lying on your chest and her arms thrown haphazardly around your waist.
You groaned out in frustration after trying once more to move at least one part of your body, but to no avail. It when only you heard quiet snickers from Perrie, that you managed to open your mouth and say. "My head hurts."
Perrie couldn't help but snicker up at you again, as she pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. "Well, good mornin' to ya too, Lovely."
Her cheery tone made you want to vomit. "Babe," You groaned, finally willing your body to open your eyes, only to be greeted by the harsh light of the sun.
Perrie couldn't help but giggle when you hissed at the early morning light and reached up to press a kiss to your cheek. "Aw, ya're actually quite cute when ya're hung ov'a."
You grunted and playfully swatted her away as you turned to bury your face into your pillow with another groan. "Shhhh Perrie!"
Your fiancée ignored you and climbed onto your back instead, resting her chin between your shoulder blades. "I heard ya had a wild night last night. Did that maybe have anythin' to do with seein' ya mam?"
You were silent for a moment, pondering over whether to tell Perrie the whole truth or not, but after figuring that your fiancée already scared the truth out of your friends, you sighed. "They told you?"
Perrie snorted. "Ya know if Jav was there, this wouldn't 'ave happened right?"
"I'm taking that as a yes." You snarked and tapped Perrie's thigh to let her know that you were turning back over. She quickly climbed off of you, only to snuggle back into your side when you were flat again.
"So, what 'appened?" Perrie asked curiously.
You merely shrugged and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Well we ran into each other at the bar and she asked me how I was and if I was still with that, and I quote, 'blonde bimbo from the Southern Isles.' Which I mean, is kind of a compliment coming from her because she was drunk enough to believe that you were Elsa, so..."
Perrie giggled and swatted at you playfully as you continued. "I mean you do have the lungs of life babe, like for real, but icy snow queen just doesn't fit your sunny disposition." You teased, placing a soft kiss to her temple.
"Then what 'appened?"
"Well," you said, taking a deep breath. "I told her I was indeed still in a relationship with you and that we were actually engaged, and she basically spat on me."
You heard Perrie gasp under her breath. "She told be that I was disgusting and that I deserved to go to hell."
"B," Your fiancée whispered, nuzzling her face into your neck and wrapping you up in her arms "I am so sorry." She breathed, as she covered your shoulder in soft kisses.
You giggled at the feeling of her breath tickling your skin. "Nah, it's cool. I told her that I'd see her there first and walked away. And I'm pretty sure that I screamed something about banging a hot ice queen at least eight times throughout the night."
Perrie threw her head back in a fit of laughter, and you quickly joined in until you were certain that you were going to throw up once again.
You and Perrie spend the rest of the day in bed, just cuddled into each other's warm embraces. The world could wait for a day, and besides, who needed plans anyway.
