Ronald's P.O.V.

Ronald:(Y/N), get away from her.

(Y/N): What is it?

Sarah: I'm not leaving her with you. She deserves someone better than you. Just look at her, why do you insist on praying on nice girls like her.

I gripped the drinks in my hand and set them aside. Sarah was ruining the entire night with her scorn and filling (Y/N)'s head with uncertainty.

Ronald: Why are you doing this now Sarah. I get it, you hate me but I really love (Y/N) whether you believe me or not.

Sarah: Say what you want but I'm not letting you do to her what you done to me. You can't just use us and expect to get away with it. Right (Y/N)? You need to get away from him.

(Y/N): W-wha-....I-I....

Ronald: Stop. Your making her nervous.

I didn't want to cause a scene and embarrass (Y/N), so I took her by her hand, away from Sarah. I heard Sarah calling to (Y/N).

Sarah: If he dumps you, you can always come to me, I'll understand your pain.

Reader's P.O.V.

(Y/N): Ronald.....

Ronald: Just ignore her (Y/N). She's just a jealous ex-girlfriend. We're here to have fun so come on, the night is still young.

For a while Ronald and I did have fun. I forgot about Sarah for some time but she couldn't help but creep into my mind and I admit I was starting to have doubts. I haven't told Ronald but I have been running into girls he's dated and dumped and that saddens me but at the same time I put my trust in Ronald. He wouldn't think of betraying that trust...would he? I felt awful for thinking of him this way but how could I not? I didn't want to get dumped. That would practically destroy me.

Ronald seemed to noticed I was on edge at the party. I was showing him that I was having fun but he saw through my façade and saw me contemplating. I guess he thought he should try loosening me up a little and was giving me drinks left and right. Even when I refused he managed to sweet talking me into drinking some more until I felt tipsy. Was I drunk? Maybe so, although it would have been my first time.

When the alcohol hit me hard to where I could barely stand, Ronald told his friends that it's about time we leave. He still seemed pretty sober even though I know he would usually drink and get drunk every time he's at a party but maybe he was going easy for my sake. Someone had to keep their mind clear to get us home and being that tonight was sorta my night, he took full responsibility. We didn't hear much from Sarah the rest of the night and Ronald seemed pleased with that.

As we walked out, my vision suddenly became blurry and everything flashed black every so often. I couldn't walk. I felt myself being picked up and carried by Ronald.

Ronald's P.O.V.

I was glad (Y/N) decided to let go and have the most fun she's probably ever had tonight. Maybe I shouldn't have given her too much to drink. She was definitely drunk out of her mind but happy and randomly giggled softly to herself every so often. Eventually I had to carry her home because she was too drunk to walk on her own. (Y/N) wasn't wild and outrageous when she was tipsy like most people. She was still her same old self only slightly more sociable. I found this out when I carried her home. She kept poking my face and asking me all sorts of crazy questions like, " Who are you?" or " Can we go play cards under the ocean?"

Then I guess she would hallucinate a bit because then she'd freak out and think she'd lost her feet because she couldn't see them. It was pretty adorable and funny to be the first person to see her like this. When we finally reached the house, I had to work with one hand to unlock the door and open other doors to get (Y/N) and myself through them. We managed to reach the bedroom and I lay (Y/N) down as gently as I could. She was still giggling to herself for no reasons as I slip off her heels off.

I looked deep into her eyes and I couldn't help but question her. I know it wasn't the wisest thing to do and bring up an important question while she's like this, since she'll most likely not take it seriously.

Ronald: (Y/N)? You don't believe what Sarah said about me...do you?

(Y/N) was silent for a moment before she responded.

(Y/N): I don't know what to think....

I was a little saddened to hear this but at the same time I couldn't blame her, though I still didn't want her to think of me that way. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and sighed. I felt the bed shift underneath me and (Y/N) was clinging to my arm. I faced her and looked at her and she seemed like she was going to tell me something but then I heard her stomach rumble a bit before her face scrunched up. Before I could ask her if she was ok, (Y/N) had already began to barf on me and run to the bathroom.

Most people would be upset if someone threw up on them but I wasn't. As long as it was (Y/N)'s barf, I didn't mind...and it was warm. I still heard (Y/N) puking in the bathroom and knocked on the door. When she didn't respond I walked in to see her on the floor. She must have passed out. My girls growing up already.

I made sure to clean (Y/N) up as best I could until tomorrow, then changed our clothes. I know she'd freak out about me undressing her but at the same time I didn't have a choice. I won't deny that I didn't look at her body for a good minute before dressing her and carrying her to bed. I kiss her forehead as I turned off the lights, snuggling her while we slept.