I Can't Help Falling For You♡

It was dusk on Monday evening and I was sat at the bar of my local pub drowning my sorrows in glasses and glasses of bitter sweet alcohol, letting each drip of golden liquid slide down my throat; leaving my oesophagus tingling then desperately calling out for water as my whole mouth became pasty and dry. Of course, I didn't listen to my throat's cries for help, I just kept downing each pint of beer; one after the other.

Mondays, don't you just hate them? Did you know on Mondays that's when most break ups happen?! Well yep, you guessed it! Today my boyfriend ended it with me, on Monday... Monday of all days. Also, most people do not smile until 11:16am on Mondays, well I don't think I've smiled once today.

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"Just one more pint... Please" I demanded as I gave the bartender my hardest, most pressuring glare yet.

"But madam, you've already had 16 pints this evening; maybe you should lay off. You need to think about how you're getting home and you've already gone over the proposed limit" He sighed, nearly losing all the patience he had left.

"I'll find a way to get home! Just shut up and get me another beer you rude, ignorant imbecile" I snapped, shoving my pint glass up against his chest with force.

He stumbled back a few steps, giving me a piercing stare before giving in and refilling my glass.

"And how are you planning on paying the bill may I ask?" He considered, smirking.

I gawked. I had completely forgotten about payment, I just kept downing pints trying to let my emotions run wild and free.

There was a very prolonged silence, full of consideration. How was I going to pay? How was I going to get home? Great. Now I have a reason to hate Mondays... And Tuesdays, because I already know what I'm in for tomorrow; one almighty hangover.

I sighed and leaned back on my stool, hanging my head backwards along with my body when I felt a very intoxicated breath graze over my neck - it was warm and soft, like a summers breeze and it really help me become aware. I'd been leaning like that for hours and a husked whisper in my ear sent my hormones flying "Come on love...". I tried to ignore it, but then I felt a delicate finger brush down my back. Wow, I was being teased and I needed to stay strong and not give in to the touch of this man who was shadowing over me.

Who am I kidding?! He was probably just a drunken football supporter or something crazy. But I really needed to come to my senses.. I had work tomorrow.

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"Evelyn.. You need to stop this and go home" I croaked under my breath. My brain was telling me to leave and go home before I did something I would regret. On the other hand, my heart was aching for more of this gentle touch by this mystery figure but I just could not bear to turn around and be confronted by mystery man.

I knew what my heart was thinking, it had a mind of its own - a devious little creature. I was a twenty two year old sophisticated woman (at least I thought I was) who had just been heartbroken by her boyfriend of four years. Not some sleep around who was going to mess about with someone I hadn't even glanced at yet.

"Can I purchase this fine lady a drink.." His voice was trailing off as a kiss was planted where my neck met my shoulder. I couldn't help but melt a little inside, his accent was very thick and tantalising. Maybe I could get something out of this man... Not in that way. I could get a couple more drinks and a lift home.

"Er, sure... Just a water with a dash of lemon juice please" I panted in desperation. What was this man doing to me? Even his voice sent my emotions to all ends of the universe.

"Not an alcoholic beverage, love?" He questioned.

"I- I, no I need something refreshing" I forced a smile, even though the man couldn't see it as he was behind me.

"Well okay then Hun, anything else?"

"No thank you" I responded promptly.

He made our orders and shortly after two drinks were placed on the bar. One beer of some description, for him, and one lemon water for myself. Finally, he decided to sit down on the barstool next to me and I could take a glimpse of his appearance. He was definitely drunk, but not out of his mind crazy drunk.

Slowly I took in every detail about him. He had dark brown hair in a small quiff, he was slightly taller than average and of slim build. His body was toned, you could tell that even through the dim light; he probably had a six pack too. He was wearing a simple t shirt, navy blue in colour with yellow writing that read "3 out of 2 people have trouble with fractions". I couldn't help but release a small chuckle at that, that was my sense of humour right there.. On a t shirt. Then, to pair off the rest of his outfit he had some dark wash baggy jeans on supported by a black belt. He was handsome, I must confess... Very handsome. But then again, I was drunk; I could just be seeing things.

I continuously took small sips from my glass of water and made small talk with the man and I actually learnt quite a bit. His name was Mike, he worked as a project manager for some company I can't remember the name of and he's twenty six. Four years older than me, so if anything came of this time at the pub he wouldn't feel too guilty. I shared some information about myself too and we really had a lot in common. We both hate onions, both love the colour green and we both have recently gone through tough breakups.

We spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, cracking a few jokes and having a few more drinks. In the end, the alcohol started to kick in and I realised that I was in a pretty vulnerable state; hopefully Mike will protect me... Even though we just met.

He was getting pretty drunk too, but hey! We both had a great time and he drove me home in the end. Probably not a very good idea, considering he was pretty wasted. Risk taking is always worth while though, it just depends how you look at things.

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We arrived at my front door, our arms linked so we could help balance eachother. I was fishing through my bag for my keys for about 3 minutes until I finally pulled them out.

"Catch of the day!" He cheered playfully, I chuckled and tried to put my key in the door. Yep, when I'm drunk my hand-eye coordination is never at it's best. After another several minutes of struggling, I unlocked the door and led Mike inside.

He walked me straight upstairs and tucked me into bed - what a gentleman, I thought. After a few seconds it all blacked out and I was already sleeping peacefully.