Holly Peterson skyrocketed to fame by simply sitting in her worn-out car, recording her candid thoughts, and sharing them online. Success came swiftly, propelling her into the spotlight and into a whirlwind romance with a fellow celebrity-a high-pro...
"Why are you sorry?" He asks, looking a little confused.
"I've been told on many occasions that I am a complete nightmare when I drink, so I'm sorry for hassling you —"
"Holy," he interrupts, a cheeky smile gracing his face. "You were fine last night. I don't think I've laughed so much in my life — and I don't mean that in a cruel, laughing at you, kind of way. You're incredibly funny when you drink. Might even be an idea for a podcast," he suggests, and I immediately start to feel better about the whole ordeal.
"So I wasn't painfully annoying?" I ask, feeling hopeful.
"I would happily help you home again, if that's what you're asking," he answers simply. "I came to see how you were feeling this morning, two whole tequila bottles and god knows what else should've been enough to —"
"Sorry, two whole tequila bottles? Talia told me one!"
"Ah, yes. You stole another one just before Talia and Simon came to look for you, which is when you insisted you needed a cigarette, and took it in turns to down tequila, and take a toke. I'm still impressed you didn't throw up, to be honest," he laughs, recounting the events of the night that I still couldn't remember properly.
Groaning, I cover my face with my hands, before mumbling, "why on earth didn't you take the bottle off me?!"
"You are very...adamant when you drink. I did try, trust me, but when I tried to take it you looked ready to throw fists,"
"Oh, I am so sorry. This is so mortifying," I groan yet again.
"Nah, nah, you're fine. Like I said, made me laugh the entire way home. Anyway, yeah, got you back here just about, luckily Arthur was still awake because you wouldn't search for your keys and y'know, I didn't want to like, search your person for them, so I knocked. But he was fucked too, and with me being the only sober-ish one, I helped you into bed. I can only apologise you woke up in the same clothes as yesterday," he explained, which finally caused me to understand why I'd woken up the way I had.
""Well, I definitely owe you big time," I tell him, feeling incredibly bad he'd had to deal with all of that last night.
"Did you have a good night, at least? I'm sorry if I cut it short," I apologise, once again.
He nods his head. "I did, yeah. Whole day was good. And you? Did you enjoy the match?" He asked, looking genuinely interested in what I had to say.
"When I actually knew what was going on, it was great. You scoring was pretty cool, too!" I smile.
"I'm gonna add scoring at Wembley to my resume."
"Do you even have any room left on your resume?" I tease him, raising an eyebrow as I say it.
"Nah, probably not. Neither do you, though, Mrs Big Time."
I smile, modestly. "Once again, just a girl with way too much trauma who talks too much in her car," I tell him lightly.
"And that woman has nearly twelve million subs on YouTube," he tells me, although it comes as a surprise.
"What?!" I nearly screech, momentarily forgetting about my hangover. "You're lying, I only hit eleven a few weeks ago —"
"I'm not lying, and I'll prove it," he tells me defiantly, pulling out his phone, and typing something into google. He turns the phone to face me, and sure enough, my real time subscriber count is 11,967,254 subscribers.
"Firstly, what the fuck, and secondly, how do you even know that?" I ask, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
"I was watching one of your videos and I don't know, just happened to look at the subscriber count, which then made me interested so I searched it up real time. Just a quirk of mine, I guess," he shrugs, popping his phone away.
"Well I never, Mr Wroetoshaw, it seems you are a fan of mine," I tease him, watching as he rolled his eyes.
"Sure, biggest number one fan ever. Now, real talk. Are you too hungover for a cigarette?"
I look at him as if he's stupid. "Men," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "Let's go."
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@wroetoshaw: Winners 🏆
@callux: this is fucking horrible i will remember this forever
@calfreezy: Ahahahaha you have done Lux so dirty bro 😭😭😭
@hollypeterson: 📸 creds the fuck??
@wroetoshaw: I'm surprised you even remember taking the photo
