'Delia? Why are you at my doorstep at 3 in the morning…" Patsy had heard the knocking and begrudgingly dragged herself from her bed to answer the door. More out of questioning who on earth it could be than actually wanting to answer the door. She also knew that being in the bedroom next to the door, she was most likely the only one wakened by it. It was raining lightly as well which made the question of why would anyone be on her doorstep at 3 in the morning a lot more important and urgent.
'Can I... Can I come in Pats?' Patsy noticed that Delia's voice was slurring slightly and she wasn't quite standing straight. She moved out of the doorway to let Delia in and watched amused as the smaller girl slightly stumbled through the door.
'Good night Deels?' Patsy couldn't hide the laugh she'd been stifling any longer when Delia half sat / half fell onto the sofa. 'I think you need a glass of water and that wasn't an option' Patsy could see Delia was about to object but wasn't giving her the chance.
As she went through to the kitchen, trying to be careful not to wake the other girls in her flat, she pondered as to why Delia was here. At 3 o'clock in the morning after a night out, all Patsy ever wanted was a kebab and to take her heels off. Not take a 20 minute trek across London, in those said heels, for a chat. Well she was about to find out either way as she walked back to the living room but first Delia was drinking some of this water or else she probably wouldn't get much sense out of the poor girl.
'Right Deels, drink up' she handed the glass to the other girl and watched as she took quite a few gulps. After only a minute, the empty glass was handed back to Patsy as Delia seemed to be building herself up to something. Eventually Delia stopped looking at her hands and instead looked Patsy in the eye. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't seem to know what to say. Delia eventually settled for lightly flicking down Patsy's nose and giggling to herself as Patsy looked at her rather bewildered.
'Delia, it is 3 o'clock in the morning. Did you really just come round for a glass of water and to flick my nose?'. This didn't seem to help matters as Delia's giggles turned into laughter that filled the room. Patsy had always found Delia's laughter infectious though and couldn't stop herself from joining in. She quickly remembered though that she shared a flat with 4 other girls that would not appreciate being woken at this time by a sober Patsy and intoxicated Delia. 'Shhh Delia, I have flat mates! They'll all hear you halfway down the street!'
'Can we talk in your room?' It was the most sense Delia had made since she got to Patsy's and she wasn't waiting for a reply. Delia stood and grabbed Patsy's hand and lead her through to her bedroom. Patsy looked quite bewildered again as she wondered what on earth was going on to change the quite confident welsh girl into this stuttering nervous mess.
Patsy gently closed the door and joined Delia on the bed where she had already made herself comfortable. Delia grasped her hand but couldn't make eye contact as she opened and closed her mouth, trying and failing to find the right words. Patsy was beginning to worry now. She'd known herself that she'd fallen for Delia quite some time ago but still refused to admit it. But as she held her hand while on her bed, her heart rate had sped up quite significantly and was hoping the other girl couldn't tell how nervous she made her. Eventually Delia caught her eye and Patsy's breath caught in her throat. Patsy could see the tears in Delia's eyes.
'Pats… I don't know how to say it; all I know is that I need you to know. That I can't keep it in anymore. That keeping it in is too much to bare and..'
'Delia, spit it out. It's almost half past 3 and this build up is killing me' Patsy couldn't handle it anymore, she needed to know what was wrong with Delia. She'd never seen her like this before and it was beginning to scare her.
'I can't…' Delia shrunk into herself as the tears began to shed. Patsy wasn't good at comforting people but she knew how to do it. Patsy put her arm around Delia and for a while they just sat there in the darkness.
Patsy felt Delia take a deep breath in and pull away from the hug. She took Patsy's hand again and looked her in the eye. Patsy wanted to kiss her so bad in this moment but knew she couldn't. Not only would she never be brave enough to risk their friendship but she couldn't when Delia was this intoxicated, it would be like taking advantage of her.
She was interrupted from her train of thought by Delia's other hand reaching up and running through her hair. Patsy couldn't breathe and could barely think. Delia had so much love in her eyes in that moment. Once Delia's hand got to under her ear she leaned in and pressed their lips together. Patsy didn't know what to do as her mind raced but none of her thoughts made sense. Could Delia, kind caring amazing and beautiful Delia actually be kissing her right now? It was half past 3 in the morning, could this all be a vivid dream that Patsy was having?
As Patsy sat there stuck in her own thoughts, Delia pulled away sharply with a look of fear on her face. While Patsy's mind had been elsewhere, she'd completely forgotten to react to Delia.
'I'm sorry, I think I've had too much to drink tonight' Delia's words weren't even slurring now as the welsh girl seemed to be sobering up. 'I don't know what I was thinking. I'll leave and if you don't… if you don't want to see me again…' Delia didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as Patsy basically pounced on her. She crushed her lips into Delia's while wrapping her arms around her with her hands grasping her back. Because of Delia leaning away Patsy was basically on top of her as she'd leaned over to let her know that the kiss was definitely appreciated.
She didn't know how, but somehow Patsy ended up with her back on the bed with Delia pressing down on top of her. When they finally pulled apart both were breathless.
'I guess I was trying to say don't leave…' Patsy eventually mumbled out when the silence became too much.
'I was trying to tell you how much you mean to me. But there isn't a word strong enough to describe how much that is. I guess I've known for a while but I didn't want to risk losing you. But I realised tonight when I was out that I'd be having more fun if I was with you or even if I had you to come home to. You know I've always had more confidence with alcohol in me' Delia began to look unsure of herself again as she laid her heart on the line for Patsy.
Patsy wrapped Delia into a hug and whispered gently into her ear. 'Don't you ever leave me. Don't ever think I don't or won't want to see you.' Patsy dropped a soft kiss onto Delia's cheek. 'I always have and always will want you around.'
Delia relaxed in her arms and pulled away from the hug. The Delia that Patsy knew seemed to be back and she gave away one of her mischievous looks that Patsy had come to get used to since meeting her. Patsy was on her back again with Delia pressing against her but instead of getting the kiss Patsy was desperately wanting, Delia was back to her old self and was teasing Patsy. She could feel the hot breath against her lips and the smell of bourbon filled her nostrils. She decided to play Delia at her own game, she was the sober one after all, and laid back on her pillows, turning her cheek to the side.
Patsy didn't take into account that Delia never did like to be outplayed. Kisses were placed along her jaw line and down her neck. She couldn't stop the little moan that escaped her mouth, it just felt too good. But the second it did escape she knew she'd lost, but right now she didn't really care with Delia's lips moving to her collar bones.
As much as Patsy was enjoying this she had to remember it was 4 o'clock in the morning and she didn't want an intoxicated Delia to wake up in the morning with regret. She lifted Delia's face with a light touch under her chin and recaptured her lips. It started out desperate and quick paced but Patsy slowly died down the kisses and pulled away but couldn't help going back for a peck. Delia seemed to understand.
'Shuffle back then, I'm the drunk one so chances are I'm gonna need to pee before you do' Delia was giggling as she draped an arm over Patsy's waist and settled her head onto her chest.
Patsy got herself comfy but couldn't help herself and stole one last kiss. Once she was sure Delia was asleep she whispered 'you have no idea how happy you've made me tonight' and dropped one last kiss to her forehead. And promised to herself that she'd let her welsh beauty sleep without pestering her with kisses.
Delia hadn't been asleep but when she did eventually drift off, it was with a smile on her face, with her arms tightly around Patsy. Patsy too went to sleep with a smile on her face, happy that she'd been the one to answer the door at 3 o'clock in the morning.