The Write Match // Bill Hader

Three

"It just sounds good coming from your lips. It's something positive for once. I know why you were acting the way you are for a reason. I think I make you nervous." He boasts, and I turn to him.

"No! You don't-" He cuts me off, making a noise every time I try open my mouth to protest.

"You said it, you're not allowed to take it back now." His words are dripping with amusement, but all I feel is annoyed.

"I wasn't trying to take it back. I don't regret anything I said. However, I was trying to explain myself, but you don't deserve an explanation." I start to get up, but I feel a hand on my wrist, pulling me back down to the seat. The pull back down makes my stomach turn, and skin tingle as his fingers leave my wrist.

"Don't run away, Meredith. You're too drunk and look too good to be walking the streets of New York alone right now." He tells me and I would like to think he's just being protective, but I know he's not thinking. Neither of us are, we're too drunk.

"I'm staying because you told me to, not because I want to." I tell him and he laughs.

"I think you wanted to." He says, his arm resting on the back of my chair. He's got a nice smile, beautiful eyes, and his dark hair. Wow. I can't help but watch how his lips move.

"No, I didn't." I protest and he shakes his head.

"If you really wanted to leave, you would have left no matter what I said." He tells me and looks at me again. Why does alcohol affect me the way it does, why is it making me feel these things, why the hell am I finding him ten times more attractive than he already is right now?

"Are you sober?" I ask, and he tilts his head at my question, laughing a little.

"Not necessarily, why do you-" I don't let him finish his sentence as I lean in, not knowing what I'm setting myself up for. It seems like a good idea; he seems like a good idea right now. My lips hit his, and he's not expecting this at first since his lips don't move right away, but after a spilt second decision, he moves against me. I feel his hand graze my cheek and I realize something. This is Bill. My coworker. This is a red zone.

I pull away as quick as I can and get up to walk away, not sure if anyone else saw the kiss and I'm hoping the answer is no. I want to go home, I need to get my drunk ass home. I feel the cool October air hit me as I walk out the door, but a warm hand turns me around, causing me to stumble. I see his tall frame, and for just a second I'm stable, but knocked right back down when I feel his warm hand leave my wrist and cradle my face as his lips hit me once more.

"Let's go to my apartment." He suggests, breaking away from his lips that tasted like whiskey. I don't say anything, and he pulls me along with him as we walk down the empty street together. He opens his apartment door for me, and I hardly make it in without falling. Once we're inside his apartment, he's on me. One hand pressed to the wall, the other running through my hair, and the way he's holding me makes me wish he'd never let go.

"Shit." He mumbles and I push him further into his apartment. We stumble, the alcohol and want for each other getting the best of us. He pulls me back to him and as I push his jacket from his arms, letting it fall to the floor.

I'm going to be like the jacket and fall to the floor in a few seconds if I don't sit or lay down soon. My mind is in fifteen other places right now and if my eyes were open, everything would just be hazy like my mind. He grabs my waist, guiding me as I stumble into the room, and I break away, lifting my sweater over my head. He looks at me, noticing the black lace bra underneath, but his eyes are hungry as he looks back to my face.

"You should really layer up. New York can get cold this time of year." He tells me.

"You should be more worried about my clothes being in a pile on the floor, not how many layers I have on." I say breathlessly as he takes my words in, along with pushing me back on the bed. I fall, my blonde hair sweeping around me. He unbuttons his shirt, keeping his eyes on me. It's getting hard to breath as he looks at me. How did I not notice any of this before. His dark hair, his lips, his grey eyes.