Lianna:

"Look at the fish, if you poke the... the glass they go round... move."

Everyone's drunken state was rubbing off on me, I'd only had three bottles and I'd already fallen through the trampoline springs, nearly made out with a friend's brother after knowing him five minutes, smacked someone in the face, spun the bottle and ending up kissing countless people, danced like a fool, and now, I was poking the glass on the fish tank.

Lucy joined me distressing the fish, and I then went to the toilet for about the tenth time tonight.
It was already morning really.

2:23AM.

Everyone was still going strong, it was getting freezing cold as the wind whipped through the open door where every once in a while someone would step out to talk with each other.

"Close the fucking door!"
I screamed as I slammed it shut.

Suddenly a figure stood in front of me. I was sat down on the floor beside some friends but I can't recall who.

"Hey." I said, when I hadn't even met the person's eyes yet.

"Hey, you ok?"
He had curly brown hair and dazzling brown eyes.

"Yeah." My head swayed limply in a sort-of nodding motion.
I recognized him, but there's no way I've met him before.

I pointed my finger up at him,
"Are you from ... America?" My words stuttered out.

"Yeah." He smiled, his teeth glinted in the bright light above us.

"Cool." I nodded, and gave a thumbs up and ran into the kitchen to find my play-mate Charles.

He was sat on a stool,
"Li!"
His fingers reached out spreading themselves back and forth, I wandered over to him and fell in his grip as he turned me around so I was sat on his lap.
His snuggled his head into the crook of my neck,
"You're a bit out of it aren't you?"

I faked a gasp.
"No! I'm fine, I'm completely...sober."

"Yeah right Croft." Toby mocked from across the room.

"You can't talk, your so off your face you couldn't even remember whether you kissed Gemma or not!"

His face was a picture.

"Oh yeah, I went there!" I laughed as I swayed back into Charles' grip.

He was just under two years younger than me, but he acted so much older.
He looked older two, everyone needed someone like him in their life.
Cute, straight and totally uninterested in me whatsoever.

He was so caring, sweet and adorably lovely in every way.
And I'd given him his first drink tonight. Which him and myself enjoyed a lot.

Everyone after that was a bit of a blur.

I was just talking and complaining about the cold and then I ended up on the sofa and this is where I remember everything.

I'd ended up spread on the edge of the sofa, while my American acquaintance whom I'd met earlier, was sat with my legs over him as I sobbed.

"I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

This conversation went backward and forward for about five minutes.

"I regret so many things, I'm just so horrible sometimes... I don't want to grow up and be nasty. I'm a bad person."
My voice stuttered and bubbled as I spoke.

"It's ok, you're not a bad person."
His voice was foreign to me, but somewhat soothing.
Ugh, why did I have to make this impression?
An emotional drunken wreck?

His fingers slid through my hair and he began to stroke my forehead and trace the shape of my eyebrows.

I was so comfortable, he made me feel so relaxed. Nevertheless I was still crying, his thumb wiped away the tear from the corner of my eye and he played with my fingers and still calmly moved his fingers along the top of my head.

"We all have regrets. But I believe regrets are mistakes you don't learn from. From what I can see, you'll learn from everything you do. Look at you now. If you're telling me this it shows you care. And I have no idea who you are or what our name is, I don't know anything about you. But I can tell you're an amazing person. Don't forget that."

His fingers moved up and down the line of my body. Making me tingle all over.

"What's your name?" I whispered through my last pathetic sobs.

"Nick, what's yours?" He hushed back.

"I'm Lianna. But everyone calls me Li or Lia."
Like he need to know that!? I was just babbling.

"It's really cold." I said simply.

"Yeah." He answered.

Together we slumped down onto the floor, I reached for my flowery sleeping bag.
He reached out onto the sofa and brought down a pillow.

"Here." He put the pillow under my head. He turned his body away from me, and curled up.

Quietly, I unzipped the sleeping bad so it was now a duvet and I whipped it into the air and it rested perfectly over Nick and I.

He turned back around.
"You don't have to, it's your sleeping bag, I should have brought something."

"No, no." I mumbled, I was still drunk but I assure you, I was sobering up.

He turned back around once more snuggling closer now we were under the same blanket.

His body felt hot next to mine, his muscles bulged out of his woollen jumper and t-shirt.

Abruptly, the next two hours that came were full of on and off cold unbroken sleep.

Tom, Alex and Rachel were still pissing about and as we watched two films on the run, 'Role Models' & 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall', Nick had leaned on his back, his hands behind his head, and that was invitation enough for me to snuggle into his chest. He didn't seem to mind. At one point one arms came down to hold my hand that rested on his heavily breathing torso.

At seven in the morning, everyone had finally started to go to sleep. Whilst in those hours Tom had ran out of the house and gone down the road after attempting to take some alcohol from the family's wine rack, Jodie had gotten hysterical over knocking over a cactus, Harriet gave us all a scare when we got so worried about her because of her diabetes, which I found out that my new friend Nick had as well and comforted her about it.

My feet were so cold. Suddenly, my arm reached over his shoulder and it hung over his side. He groaned slightly, then grabbed my hand and held it tight.

We then fell asleep. Together.
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In the morning reality had snapped back in.

I realised exactly who I'd fallen asleep with.

His older brother knocked at the door at 9AM sharp.

No one else seemed to hear it.

I stumbled out of Nick's grip and made my way to the door. I looked at state. My dark eye make up was smudged half-way down my face from crying, and my hair all over the place like I'd been sitting on an electric fence for an hour.
I'd changed into my overly-sized Giorgio Armani navy tee, and my pink chick covered fleecy pyjama bottoms.

I didn't know if her parents would approve of me answering the door at this time, especially since it wasn't my house but whatever.

I opened the door, and my eyes flickered for a few moments.

A wide smile greeted me, along with a dark head of hair and the same eyes I'd been looking at hours ago.

"Hey sweetie. Can you get Nick? We have to go really soon."

I rubbed my eyes.

I looked over at the huge bus that was pulled up on the gravel.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

The Jonas Brother's design was printed on the side of the car, and my eyes switched back to the one who was standing in front of me.

"Erm, yeah. Sure." My voice slurred, but the only excuse I could now give was that I was in awe. Starstruck.

The Jonas Brothers were outside.

And I'd just slept with one of them.

Not like that yeah?

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"I can't believe you remember it so well."
Joe smiled at me as the whole Jonas clan looked at me in awe as I told the story how Nick and I met.

Ok, so I didn't go into every detail. I certainly didn't tell them I was off my face.
Just slightly hyper...

As I sat on my fiancι, I looked down at the ring on my finger, it was beautiful.

I leant back and kissed him on the cheek. He returned and wrapped his arms around my body.

My life was bliss.

I had my family, the Jonas family, my friends, and my wonderful groom-to-be.

"I remember it too well." Nick whispered in my ear.
I smiled as my body creased up into his.

The night he propose to me, felt like the night we met.

We snuggled together, breathing in-sync.

I was now twenty one and Nick was nearly twenty three.

We gripped each others hands and sighed in unison.

Nick kissed my lips softly and then sent me off into my lullabyes with a final goodnight. Then he whispered gently, barely audible.

"Who knew a love like this could of started at a drunken Halloween party?"
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