A4A I wished you were there

** This is a script of a voicemail message. The tone is intended to be really happy and hyperactive at first but turns to pensive and a bit sombre when the confession is made .**
** Meant to be tipsy but not completely drunk. Slurring words but not completely incomprehensible.**
**Feel absolutely free to interpret it how you wish **

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(Upbeat) Hiya. *hiccup*


You said I could leave you a message if you were asleep.  You probably meant a WhatsApp or a text, but I like voicemail. I can say whatever I want.


And I can't type right now anyway. I had too many tequila shots *giggles*


So, yeah, Grace's leaving party went really well, and I mean really well. We went to the pub, no shit Sherlock *laughs*, and we… and we spent the whole night there.


And then...And then, and then Grace says that we should all go to the nightclub down the road. So, we did. Yep we did. And the best songs came on and we took up the dance floor with our stupid dancing. And Harry tried the worm and it looked painful. He can probably do it sober. Maybe. *giggles*


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(Quietly) But then it hit me. Grace had her man there, you know. And everyone else's partners came out to join them at the nightclub. We were all having a good time. And then that stupid slow dance song came on. You know the one. That one that's on the radio all the time. The one about falling in love. You told me you hated it like 5 times last week whenever it came on the car radio. *laughs*


So, yeah, I sat in the corner and watched these people all loved up. And I realised...  *sighs* I realised I wanted you there.


We've been friends for ages. And we've... We've been getting closer. I trust you with everything. But I guess I didn't trust you with one secret. Not a dark secret, don't worry. *laughs*


*sigh*

I love you.

I know you'll think it's the drink talking but it's not.

I do love you. Truly love you.


And I wished you were there with me. To dance to the slow song we both hate and the cheesy dance songs we love. To stop me from being alone in the club while the others make out during their slow dance. Maybe even have our own chance to kiss on the dancefloor. *sigh*


You'll think I won't remember this call. That I'll sober up and not remember a thing but I know I will. 'Cause this is different.

This isn't tequila or the vodka talking, it's me. I'm not in the club. I went home. It stopped being fun. I got a taxi, which near enough bankrupted me by the way, and went home. I could’ve shared a taxi later with Grace and her man but I just couldn’t stand the thought of a 20 minute journey with the two of them all over each other and I would have had to stay in that club till it closed.
 Instead, I'm in bed, just like you are. But I can't sleep. And my thoughts are racing and my head is spinning and I just... *anguished moan*


I know my head will be killing me tomorrow no matter what I do so if you want to leave me a message, go ahead and do that and I'll hear you when I get my head together.

I just want to know if you feel the same. I understand if you don't but I need to know. We've never been a thing and our friends would never say we belong together but I have loved you for a long time. You get me. Simple as that.


Right I won't annoy you with an hour-long voicemail.  I've said enough and I need to sleep.  Just let me know how you feel. I'm not tricking you or pranking you.


I mean what I say. I love you. *sigh* I. love. you.


Tomorrow it is, or today. Is it past midnight? *hiccup* *laughs* Oh god. I really made a mess of myself tonight. You'll be mad at me for that. You've never liked me tipsy. You especially hate hungover me.


Good night. I'll call you when I'm sober and I'll prove to you this is not the drink talking. I promise I won't be a mess like this again. Sweet dreams.