( A/N: So i've realised that my writing is a lot to read. Like content wise, I tend to go overboard but I will try to write some smaller ones instead of these full length motion pictures.)

9:30pm

The two of you were trying to navigate yourselves through the mob of partygoers. Both of you cradling your drinks close to you,as if they were your children, to avoid any accidents or major spillages.
"You're here now, there's no use leaving." Due to the blasting music and crowds of people, you two were shouting into each other's ears. "But Court I didn't want to be here in the first place, would it really make a difference if I left? And will you please stop.pulling. me. It hurts!" You tried yanking your arm out of her surprisingly strong grip. "Oh stop being such a baby, see I've stopped." She was brushing your arm as if to get dirt off. Maybe she should try a bit harder to get the bruises off, they were already purple. "Now come on, Cheer up and stop being such a moody bitch !" Her focus was on the crowd as if she were looking for someone, someone to hookup with most likely.

And then she was sucked into the crowd.
"I'm not moody." You said pouting into your drink.

Time skip 10:30pm

"The same please." You said to the bartender. As he turned you quickly added " Oh ! And keep 'em coming." He nodded and turned back around.
You sighed and sat at the barstool. It had been, what felt like forever, since Courtney left you to fend for yourself. You had mainly kept to the side and out of the way, trying your best to not be seen. This house was huge, assuming it was someone's house and not a bloody museum. I mean. It had a bar, that's more than you could ever say unless a mini fridge counts as a bar.
Courtney was the one who was actually invited, one of the girls on her course apparently dated the guy that lived here, some preppy guy. And she asked Courtney to "come check it out". Being Courtney's dorm mate and the lazy sod that you are she thought it'd do you good to get out and "live your life the way future you would've wanted", so here you are.

After your 5th drink of the night you decided to get up and explore. The music could still be faintly heard through the floorboards as you climbed the grand staircase.
After countless times of walking in on couples, being far to intimate for your likings and a few people hunched over toilet bowls you came to a corridor on the third floor. It was empty and fairly dark apart from a strip of light under one of the doors. Your curiously got the better of you so you walked up to the mahogany door and twisted the golden handle. Peeking inside the slight gap you saw a fireplace to the far left side of the room. You opened the door a bit more to spy a large red chesterfield leather sofa opposite the fire which seemed to be lighting the majority of the room. Considering you hadn't been caught yet, you decided to open the door fully only to be met with a large and extravagant library.
As soon as you stepped further into the room you felt the warmth of the fire that was encasing the room. Apart from the fire and a single rustic oil lamp on one of the tables there was no other source of light being pitch black outside.The room had an orange glow creating a snug and overall pleasant atmosphere. You decided to explore a bit more, looking at all the shelves. There was a wide variety of books on offer that were all in mint condition,you felt guilty just for breathing near them.
You wondered if the owners ever actually read them or just kept them there for show.

After endless searching you came across a familiar book, being Alice in Wonderland. (Shoot me)
You parked yourself on the windowsill looking out onto the grounds and no there buildings were in range. (Why you were spending your New Years in the countryside or middle of nowhere alone was beyond you).

11:00pm

You had become invested in the book, and over time you had become so comfortable that you had started to read out loud giving each character an accent, doing your best impressions, if someone were to walk in they would think you mad. How ironic.
You were currently reading Alices Evidence- Chapter 12 where Alice faces the Queen of Hearts in court. Reading aloud with as much enthusiasm as you could muster: (without embarrassing yourself)

"Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high are to leave the court."
Everybody looked at Alice
"I'm not a mile high," said Alice.
"You are," said the King.
"Nearly two miles high," added the Queen.
"Well, I sha'n't go, at any rate," said Alice; "besides, that's not a regular rule: you invented it just now."
"It's the oldest rule in the book," said the King.

Before you could speak the next line you were interrupted by a deep voice.
'"Then it ought to be Number One,"
You jumped out of your skin. Your head quickly jerking up to find the owner of the voice.

(Not great quality but you get the gist. Johnny with glasses = 👌🏻)
You were frozen. The man was leaning against the staircase with his arms crossed. His whole demeanour was relaxed and he had a small but shy smile on his face. His eyes were looking anywhere but yours but you were the opposite. You couldn't help but stare at his dark brown chocolate eyes. You almost got lost in them, if it wasn't for the fire cracking in the distance breaking you out of your trance .
You looked down at the book that was now shut, in your hands. "You know it off by heart?" You questioned. "Well, I have read it quite a lot. You don't ?" "I haven't read it as much as I should of ... but I know a few lines." You stared at your skirt, suddenly interested in the stitching.
"Explain yourself" He said, rearranging his position. Looking uncomfortable and awkward to say the least.
"Excuse me?" You we're slightly insulted by his manners.
"No! I mean.." he blushed.One of his hands scratched the back of his neck while the other lazily pointed at the book in my lap.
"Ohhh!" It hitting you. " I can't explain myself, I'm afraid sir because i am not myself, you see." Trying to control your laughter caused by your misinterpretation.
"Y/N." You stick out your had for him to shake.
He stares at it while slowly reaching out his own . He timidly grabs your hand shaking it at the same pace. "John.But I prefer Johnny." "American?" "Yeah, here on holiday." "Then what are you doing here all alone on the third floor of a country estate?" "Well my cousins here and he dragged me along. I was down there for about an hour but I got bored and tried to sneak away when he wasn't looking. And anyway, I could ask you the same question." You raised your eyebrows.
"Pretty similar to your story actually. My friend brought me but then she left as soon as we got here so I decided to wander, solo.Um ... do you wanna sit down ?" Motioning toward the space next to you.
He stared at the spot and nodded his head. You thought it was kinda cute how shy he was.
You quickly returned to your pretzel-like position while he sat on the edge of the windowsill, still not quite relaxed.
"So. Not much of a party person are we?" "What ? Oh, no not really." There was an awkward silence. "Is your cousin American too ?" "No, but his mom is, my aunt. She always invites me down for the summer." "Do you like England then ?" "Yeah it's nice, it rains a lot though is that normal ?" You chuckled "Yeah But we're used to it, we don't get a lot of sun that's probably why I look like a vampire. I'll start burning in the sun soon. Well I already do but ..." This time he let out a small yet warm laugh.
You sat there and stared at him. Taking in his handsome features.

"Where are you from?" He asked. "Um, I'm actually Welsh." "Really?" His eyebrows raised. "Yep." "But you sound so ... English" "Yeah... I get that a lot. It's just because I talk really posh, well, people THINK I talk posh in Wales but it' no different to anyone here."

You took a quick peek at your watch.

11:50pm

"It's almost midnight" you stated to yourself. "So it is." He said looking down at his own watch.

"Would I know your cousin by any chance?" "Maybe." "Does he go to RADA?, I mean most of us here do." "Yeah, yeah he does actually." "What's his name ?" "Uh Noel Dalton." "Nope, doesn't ring a bell." You let out a heavy sigh again.

You looked at him from the corner of your eye and noticed how tense he was. His knuckles were turning white with the force he was gripping the edge of his seat. "You really don't have to be so nervous around me." He looked up at you with wide eyes. "I guess, you just- kinda MAKE me nervous." He lightly but nervously chuckled causing you to smile at his confession and behaviour. "Why ?! I'm not gonna bite... unless you want me to." You teased. He visibly gulped and at that moment you realised how prominent his jaw line was and it made you warm inside.
~
He was telling the truth, you really did make him nervous. He didn't know why but when he saw you sat alone, reading to yourself he suddenly gained the confidence to interrupt. But before he did, he didn't think about what he was going to say afterwards and now he was kinda screwed. You were really pretty in his eyes. Your outfit was reserved and still showed enough skin to keep the sex appeal. Your legs looked so soft and the moonlight only accentuated your features and he felt nervous. Like he was caught spying on a goddess and he was not worthy to look. He now felt out of his league.
~
"Johnny, I'm sorry I was just kidding." You had obviously sensed his unease, he knew he was being too obvious but he was a shy guy, he just was. You placed your arm on his and he just stared down at it.
Your arm radiated so much warmth throughout his body it outdid the warmth coming rom the fire.                                                                                                                                                                                       

You caught him staring down at your hands and you gulped. Apparently, it wasn't as quiet as you'd hoped as you found him staring at you in concern. Now your arm was still holding on to his (veeeerrry muscly) bicep and you were both staring at each other with wide eyes. You were getting all hot and bothered, your turtle neck was getting tighter all of a sudden and your breathing was quite heavy.

11:59pm

Your alarm broke the tension. Saved by the bell, literally. It was 10 seconds to Midnight. "10 seconds" you whispered. "Y/N?" He questioned. You looked at him in answer. He looked like he was having a silent debate. Johnny then licked his lips, leaving them moist and shiny in the light, making it so tempting to lean and taste them.

From downstairs, you could hear the people counting down, extremely loudly, you realised.

"8"

Johnny was slowly leaning in and you felt yourself do the same.

"7"

"6"

"Should we kiss ?" He timidly asked.

"5"

"Well, it is tradition...

"4"

and I'd hate to...break..tradition." Your voice was raspy as you could only focus on his lips.

"3"

"Me too.." He swallowed also looking at your lips and how your breathing was coming out in short breaths.

"2"

"1"

"Happy new year." He whispered and as soon as he did you crashed your lips together, fed up of waiting. You hesitantly grabbed the back of his head pulling him closer, digging your fingers into his soft hair to hold on something. He relaxed, and his eyes closed in ecstasy, after spending your whole interaction tense. His lips were sweet and you didn't want to stop kissing him. He had his hand at his side and kept them there awkwardly, he obviously didn't know what to do with them so you grabbed them one at a time with your right hand placing them on your hips and he seemed shocked but his hands eventually relaxed and his started to dig into them. Fireworks were going off, literally outside the window, but also figuratively for the both of you. It felt like your lips were moulding together but eventually you had to pull back for breath.

You smiled to yourself and jumped up, quickly putting the book back and running to the door. In your haste, Johnny was still sat there, is eyes following after you in bewilderment.

"You coming ?" You teased in a high pitch voice. You waited at the door for him to jog over to you, you laughed at his behaviour and joked with him as you both walked back down to the party.

"Do you mind if we go find my friend? it'll be quick I promise." He looked down at you to meet your eyes "Yeah, sure" He shrugged. "Come on let's go." and you dragged him into the crowd.

12:30am

After a few minutes of searching you found Courtney on the crowded sofa, on top of some random guy sucking his face of by the looks of it. "Courtney !" You yelled trying to get her attention. Johnny looked very uncomfortable, looking anywhere else. "Court! can we wrap it up, please? Thankyou" This managed to get her attention and as she looked up to reply, the face of her recent squeeze came into view. "Noel!?" You looked over to see Johnny with a look of pure surprise on his face. "You're Noel?" You say in disbelief, laughing slightly. The two of them get up to sort there now mess of clothes, out.  "Who's up for beer pong?" Courtney ask, slightly irked from your interruption, while dragging a shrugging and confused Noel away. "What better way to spend New Years, am I right?" You words laced with sarcasm. "I completely agree." Johnny replied, still shocked.

You laughed then smirked"Come on. I bet I could beat you in a game." You then grabbed his hand, braving the masses again, only to get lost to the crowd once again.