I opened the front door and was immediately hit with the potent odor of alcohol, sweat and weed. A great combo really, that particular mix being a highschool party staple. 
                          
	I pushed my way through the house, muttering the occasional sorry, and excuse me. Eyes constantly scanning the house to try and find someone that could help her find Perrie, or better yet, Perrie herself. 
                          
	As if it were fait, the crowd of people suddenly split, and suddenly I could see her. 
                          
	Perrie was standing, or more so leaning, with a group of people I have probably met three times and can't imagine Perrie has spoken to while she was sober. There was also a guy who I am almost certain graduated last year, standing a little too close to Perrie for comfort. And leaning in a little too close for comfort. Perrie, clearly intoxicated, didn't have the coordination in her to push him off or move him away, and that instantly awoke something inside of me that only came out on special occasions. Today was one of those occasions. 
                          
	Marching over to the group where Perrie was standing, I firmly grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him off of her with ease considering his intoxicated state. Not seeing the need to spend all that much energy on him, I turned back to Perrie. 
                          
	"We're leaving, come on," I said firmly. Perrie blinked a couple times before her face broke out into a massive grin. 
                          
	"Jadey oh my god my love!," She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me and pushed almost her full body weight against me, "Join us we're having so much fun!" I pushed her off and grabbed her wrist firmly. 
                          
	"Perrie we're leaving now come on," I started dragging her in the direction of the front door when the boy I pushed off of her blocked my path. 
                          
	"Hey, come on, don't ruin her fun," he slurred, "It's her choice anyway, who are you to drag her away from some good fun. Maybe even later we could have gone back to my place you know and had our own sort of fun." 
                          
	Now, I'm not a person to get particularly angry in certain situations, but tonight was an exception. I could suddenly feel my blood boil and the little bit of composure I was keeping when speaking to Perrie was out the door once this dickhead got in my way.
                          
	"Well considering I'm her girlfriend I think it is completely reasonable for me to remove her from a situation where she is clearly under the influence of something and could potentially get raped by someone who is definitely above the age of 18 and would be tried as an adult for sexual assault on a minor," I yelled back at him, "Now please get out of our way, I would like to get my girlfriend to a safe place for the night." He stood there stunned but nonetheless, moved aside so I could continue pulling a stumbling Perrie out of the party and into the safety of my car. 
                          
	When I was settled into the driver's seat and her in the passenger seat, I spoke. 
                          
	"What did you take." I asked.
                          
	"I dont know" 
                          
	"What do you mean you don't know? It ended up in your body."
                          
	"I mean I don't know," she said again.
                          
	"You lied to your mum about where you were going to be tonight so I can't take you home so you're staying with me." when she opened her mouth to say something I cut her off, "don't argue with me, I suggest you try and sober up before we get back to my place in case my mum is still awake," I reached into the backseat and pulled out a water bottle from the pack I keep back there, "Here. Now please don't make me regret covering for your ass." She took the water from me with a quiet thank you. With that, I turned on my car and started the rather long journey back across town to my house. 
                          
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	I could tell Perrie was trying to tell me something throughout the entirety of the car ride back, but everytime she got to the stage of opening her mouth, her courage faltered and she was back to square one. 
                          
	Once we had safely pulled back into my driveway around 35 minutes later, I had calmed down. From my frantic energy trying to find Perrie, to the intense anger I experienced when I found out that the guy she was hanging out with was trying to bed her, I hadn't really taken in any details about Perrie herself, other than the fact that she blurred together her words and stumbled when she walked too quickly. When she stepped out of the car I found myself blatantly aware of the pure beauty Perrie has. While I'm well aware that my physical attraction towards her shouldn't be the only reason I'm with her, it's definitely a bonus. 
                          
	Snapping myself out of the small trance she put me in, I walked to the front door of my house. Right before I put the key in the lock, I turned to Perrie. 
                          
	"On a scale of 1-10, 1 being very sober and 10 being I don't know where I am, how are you doing right now." I asked. She giggled and grinned at me.
                          
	"I'm around a 3.5-4. That water helped and my mind is clearing up." she said. 
                          
	"Okay good." I turned back around, but once again before I put the key in the lock, I turned back around. I stood up on my tip toes, kissed Perrie on the cheek, and finally unlocked the door to my house. 
                          
	The lights in the living room were off, so hopefully mum was asleep, or close to it. Perrie followed me in and as quietly as we could, I closed the front door and we scurried into my room and shut the door behind us. 
                          
	As soon as my bedroom door closed, it seemed like Perrie got terribly uncomfortable. She's been in my room over 100 times and has slept over on countless occasions, but granted, our relationship is very different now than how it had been one to two months ago. 
                          
	"I'm pretty tired," I said, "How about we just go to bed and talk talk later." She replied with a simple okay. "You can wear whatever you can find in there, I'll be right back," I said, taking my pj's with me into the bathroom with me to do my night routine. 
                          
	Once the door shut behind me, I took a deep breath. It's been a long night.
                          


                          
So... a lot has happened in the past few days. The world lost some amazing people. I grew up watching Kobe play and I'm honestly still in shock. I got to watch him play twice as a kid and I remember being so happy to witness it live. My heart hurts for his family, his wife who lost her husband and one of her daughters. For the other family members who were lost on that helicopter. Sunday didn't feel like it was real. But it was a painful reminder that life is fragile. 
                          
I have also decided that since I recently turned 18, my first tattoo is going to be dedicated to Kobe, the man I looked up to as a kid. His jersey was number 24, and I want the roman numeral 24  in honor of him. 
                          
I'm publishing this a couple days early because I can feel that I'm not going to be in the right state of mind on the usual Wednesday uploads. Next week should be back to Wednesday. 
                          
Have a great rest of your week, and tell someone you love them because life is fragile and there is no point in not letting other people know how much they mean to you.