You'd drunk so much, you didn't know how many you'd had. You were at your best friend's house, there was a huge party. You spent the whole night drinking. The clock strikes 2 a.m. and you decided to leave the party, it was late. You walked through the empty streets, feeling lost. You were swaying and mumbling things. It was dumb of you to drink that much. You looked around, scanning the surroundings. Great. You were lost. You kept walking until you spotted... your house? You approached the door and pushed it open, surprisingly unlocked. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it. You felt you head spinning, your vision blurry as you try to take the dark room. You looked up as you heard footsteps approaching. What? You live alone. Who's here? Your eyes widened slightly as you saw ezra, standing there with a tight black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his expression unreadable, tired as he just woked up. He looked down at you. What the hell? He asked, his tone cold and rude. You were at his house.