CALLUM was stood by the bar ordering himself another drink. He payed the bartender when he brought him his Pepsi, and took a sip. He almost choked on it however when someone came up behind him and clapped him on the back.

He whipped his mouth and turned to see Mick standing by him, a bottle of cider in his hand. "Callum. I'm going to murder you tonight."

Callum stared at his friend wide eyed. "W-why?" he asked hesitantly.

Mick didn't look angry at Callum, he was smiling, which made Callum feel even more frightened. "Oh Callum. You see, when you barged in on Allie and I earlier, were about to kiss. If it weren't for your stupidity, we would have. But now, I've missed the moment and, as a result, am going to murder you."

Callum laughed nervously. "Please don't do that."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't Cal. I have no other opportunities to get back with Allie. This was my one shot. And I almost had it." Mick said, his fake smile dropping instantly. "I had my whole plan to get her to see how sorry I was and then it all got messed up."

Mick placed the bottle of cider down on the bar counter and ran a hand down his face. Callum saw how distressed his friend looked and rubbed his shoulder. "Look, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you."

"Like when?" Mick asked his voice sounding desperate.

"Come on. You two are perfect for eachother. Okay? I can not see Allie with anyone other than you, and I can't see you with anyone other than Allie. You'll find another chance. But maybe this time, actually tell her how you feel. Just kissing her isn't going to work. " Callum said, taking another sip of his drink.

Mick turned to his friend, giving him a small smile."Yeah you're right. Thanks Cal. "

"I'm here all night. And will also be sober all night. I drew the short straw so now I'm driving Char and Charles back to their hotel." Callum's eyes went wide as he realised what he had just said, and put down his Pepsi.

"Hang on a minute, this could work." he said, standing up straighter. Mick frowned. "What could work?"

Callum turned to Mick and pointed at his cider, "How many of those have you had?"

Mick's frown deepened. "Just this one, why?"

Callum nodded, was silent for a second, before turning to face Mick properly. "If I'm taking Char and Charles back, I can see if George will take Lando, Carlos and Pierre back. He's not having any drinks 'cause he's a got an early flight tommorow. Max isn't drinking, doctors orders but he can drive, so he'll probably be taking Danny home, which leaves..." he said, letting Mick finish his sentence.

"Which leaves Allie and I." Mick said.

"Exactly." Callum said. He did a small bow. "Thank you, thank you, please dont all applaud at once."

Mick shook Callum's shoulder. "Mate this could be good! This could be my shot."

Callum took the Pepsi from the counter and began to walk away, "I'll go tell everyone the driving aragments. Mallie Endgame people!"

Mick let out a small laugh. This had to go right, because if it didn't, he didn't think he'd get another chance.

IT was safe to say Allie was drunk. After Max assured her about fifty times he was fine, Charlotte convinced her to start celebrating the beginning of her album.

Allie never really drunk heavily at all, there had been a few rare occasions where she'd gotten drunk, but it wasn't a familiar occurrence.

Even so, Drunk Allie was the best Allie.

Callum and Mick approached Allie, Charles and Charlotte, who were dancing together to (coincidently) Taylor Swift.

Callum pulled Charlotte and Charles away slightly to talk to them, and Mick placed a hand on Allie's shoulder cautiously. Allie turned around and gasped when she saw him, and beamed. "Mick! Hi!"

Mick chuckled at her bubbly expressions. "Hi. We have to go now. The bar is closing in about ten minutes." he said, softly.

Allie's face scrunched up. "Nooo." she whined. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here and dance to Taylor Swift!"

Mick pursed his lips. This was going to be harder than he thought. "I know, but I have Taylor Swift in my car."

Allie's eyes widened. "She's in your car? How did she get over here from America?" she slurred.

Mick frowned at her. Allie thought he meant the real Taylor Swift was in his car, and not Allie's CD. "She's not-" but he stopped himself, thinking for a small second. "She's not supposed to be over here, so we have to keep it quiet." he said, and Allie's eyes widened even more.

"Oh, okay so we have to like," she pressed a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound.

Mick nodded. "Yes. And we have to sober you up a bit." He brought Allie over to the bar and order her a glass of water. He payed the bartender, and felt a hand on his shoulder, he turns round to see Callum.

"I'm taking Char and Charles back now, I'll see you tomorrow." Mick bid him goodbye and turned back to Allie. The bartender handed Mick the glass of water, and Mick pushed it towards Allie.

Allie took the glass in her hand and immediately downed it. Once she had finished the whole glass, she frowned, staring up at Mick. "This isn't alcohol."

"No, it's water." Mick informed her. Allie hugged and went to place the glass down on the counter, but missed it completely. Mick lunged forward and grabbed the glass before it hit the bar stool, and placed it firmly on the counter. "Yeah we're going now."

Allie gasped again as Mick held her hand, guiding her out of the bar. "Taylor Swift!"

They reached Mick's car, and he unlocked it, opening the passenger door for Allie to get in. She slid into the seat eagerly, looking around the car for Taylor.

Mick got in the drivers seat and placed the keys in the ignition. Allie frowned at him." Taylor isn't here."

Mick looked over at Allie. He shook his head at her softly. Allie let out a huff. "Taylor was never here was she?"

Mick school his head again. "No. I'm sorry I had to get you in the car." he said apoligeticly.

Allie let out a small sigh, and sank down into the seat slightly. "It's okay. Hey! I think I'm sobering up!" she said, once she realised she wasn't slurring all her words.

"Oh really? What's my race number?" Mick asked her.

Allie thought for a minute before snapping a finger. "1! Because- because you won the championship. So you're number one. So it's- it's one."

Mick stared at her in disbelief, before looking back towards the road and begining to drive away. "Oh god." he muttered to himself.

Mick helped Allie to the door of her hotel room, unlocking it and helping her inside. He turned the light on and closed the door, turning backs round to see Allie sat on the kitchen counter.

He sighed, realising she was still slightly drunk. "What are you doing?"

"I'm bored. Do you want to play a game?"

Mick closed his eyes for a moment. "Sure." he said. Anything to keep her distracted whilst he got her stuff ready for her to sleep.

"Okay. Let's play 20 questions. I'll go first. Do you have pets?"

Mick moved around the kitchen counter to get Allie another glass of water. "You've met Angie. My dog." he said, slightly confused.

Allie smiled dreamily. "Oh yeah I love Angie. Okay you're turn."

"Do you feel okay?"

Allie frowned "That's a shit question. But yeah I guess. Okay my turn um... do you hate Haas?"

"Hate is a strong word. Do I dislike the car... maybe. Can you see straight?"

"Yeah... at least I think so. Favourite Taylor Swift song?"

"I can't pick that. Do you have a headache at all?" Mick asked.

Allie frowned again. "Yeah a little. You need better questions. Um. Did you watch any of the TV shows I told you to watch?"

Mick placed a paracetamol and a glass of water beside Allie. "Take that, and drink that. It will help with the headache. And yeah, I watched Criminal Minds. Up to season 4. Where do you keep your pyjamas?"

"These are really crap questions. Top drawer I think. Who's you're favourite character?" she asked before taking the paracetamol.

"Probably Hotch. You got makeup wipes?"

"There's a makeup cloth in the bathroom. I don't why you'd need it though. You're not wearing any make up are you?"

Mick went into the bathroom, and Allie heard the tap run before he came out with the cloth slightly damp. "It's not for me, it's for you."

He stood infront of Allie and started to gently wipe off her foundation. "You're turn to ask a question."

"Was Andrea a better girlfriend than me?"

Mick stopped what he was doing and looked Allie dead in the eyes. "No. You were better by miles, no, lightyears. She was a really shitty person. And I regret every moment of it."

He went back to cleaning her face. "How's you're head?"

"Better." Allie said. She watched as Mick focused on the cloth, making sure he'd wiped off all of her makeup before she slept. Once he had finished, he took the cloth and placed it back in the bathroom. He came back out of handed Allie an oversized tshirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Go change, I'll get you another drink."

Allie took the clothes and headed inkt the bathroom to get changed. When she came out, Mick had another glass of water for her. She took it, before walking over to the bed. She placed the glass down on the bedside cabinet next to her phone, which Mick had plugged in for it to charge.

Allie got into the bed and smiled up at Mick, who was leaving against the kitchen counter. "Thank you." Allie said.

Mick nodded. "No problem. If do it any day."

He turned and walked towards the door, but Allie stopped him. "Wait where are you going?"

"Back to my hotel room. I've got to get clothes for tomorrow and something to sleep in. I'm not leaving you here still half drunk by yourself, but I'm. not sleeping in this."

Allie smiled at him fondly. Mick gave her a soft smile before opening the door. "I'll be back."

After about ten minutes, he was back, and Allie sat up when he came in the room. He smiled at her before heading into the bathroom to change. He came out with a some-what t-shirt and baggy shorts on.

Allie had to use all her wipower to restrain her drunk mind from saying something about how good he looked. She frowned when he walked over to the small couch. "What are you doing?"

Mick looked up at her confused, "I'm going to go to sleep."

"You're not sleeping on the couch. That's really stupid." she said pointing towards the large empty space to her right. "It's a double bed, get in. Not like we haven't done it before." she said with a slight smile.

Mick chucked but didn't argue. He walked towards the bed and got in. He switched off the light from the switch above the bed and settled back down. Allie turned so she was facing him." I've got one more question. "

Mick nodded, letting her speak. Allie took a deap breath. "Would you, would you ever do it again?"

Mick frowned. "Do what?"

"Us. Would you want to or is that a line we crossed, and can't go back to." she asked, voice quiet and nervous.

Mick stared at her for a while before answering. "I would. Whether sober Allie would, that's up to her. But yeah. I'd give anything to go back."

Allie smiled to herself nodding. She feltick kids the top of her forehead. "Goodnight Allie."

Allie closed her eyes. "Goodnight Mick."

As she deufyed off to sleep, she could feel am arm wrap around her shoulder, and a hand playing with the ends of her hair. With the comforting feeling of Mick being there, Allie drifted off into a soundless sleep, completly forgetting the enormous hangover she was bound to have the next morning.

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does anyone know where I can purchase me a mick? please? I need a Mick