Standing up for the first time in what felt like years, you stumbled towards the door.

"Woah woah woah, steady there," you felt an arm grab your elbow, supporting you as you attempted to make your way outside, although you weren't sure if he was supporting you or if you were supporting him. You thought you must of been more drunk than him but who knows. Maybe he was just good at hiding it. He held the door open for you and you thought you saw him nod at someone back in the pub, probably just saying goodbye to his little bald friend.

"Well thank you for a brilliant night, Jonathan," you said his name slowly, the door swung shut and you turned around, half expecting him to be gone. But there he was still. He hadn't left yet. "Here's to the best date i've been on in a long time, and I don't even know what you do or anything." You turned and started making your way, clumsily, back home. It had gotten colder since you'd arrived. Usually you couldn't feel the cold when you'd been drinking, so you knew it must of been especially chilly. You pulled the collar of your coat up a little more in a pathetic attempt to keep warm.

"I'm a doctor," came the voice from behind you, and you heard his footsteps on the pavement begin to get closer. In a second he was by your side and had grabbed your elbow again, just in time too, for you were just about to stumble clumsily off the edge of the curb. "And if you think, as a doctor, i am letting you walk home in the middle of the night like this you've got another thing coming," he laughed.

"Jonathan the doctor," you said, impressed. More to yourself than to him. You yawned as you nestled your head into his shoulder and he put his arm around you, he'd obviously sensed you shivering.

"I like it," you smiled. Sleepily, you made your way back home, giving him directions as you went along so he could kind of steer you in the right way. It must of been a funny sight. You wish you could of seen it. A couple of times you stumbled and he had to catch you before you fell face down on the concrete. It was only right he took you home, you guessed. After all, it was his fault you were in the state you were in in the first place.

"I don't think i'll be drinking again for quite a while," you groaned when you had almost reached home. "You won't be saying that tomorrow, well... today i guess seen as it's-" he checked his watch "-two oclock, my how time flies. You'll be out getting even more smashed won't you, with your friends, saturday night?" You laughed at this remark. The suggestion you had friends. You did. But they weren't the type to go out and get totally off their faces every week. Sometimes you wished they were.

"Why, why don't we do this again... tomorrow?" you slurred, looking up at him. You had reached your front gate now and were now stood directly infront of him. He gripped you, gently, by your shoulders to keep you upright. It was then you saw an emotion enter his eye that you had yet to see. Even through the dim glow of the lamp on your front porch, the worry that had just flooded his gaze was unmistakable. He looked, for the first time, scared. He looked sad. He said your name and looked down at you with those eyes you'd now grown quite accustomed to.

"I can't see you again, ever" he said it quickly, as if he wanted to get it out of the way. He genuinely looked upset but something told you he wasn't lying. It wasn't that he didn't want to see you again, he obviously had his reasons. You paused for a second, absolutely gutted that finally you had found a guy you really really liked. There was a spark. There was chemistry. There was excitement. And now he was telling you this was a one off, just a one night thing. You tore your eyes away from his and looked down at the ground. "I..." you didn't know what to say. You couldn't be angry. You weren't even sure if you were angry. Just disappointed. And sad. You wondered if anyone would be up. Probably not, you'd have to creep in as quietly as you could. You'd explain in the morning, you went out, ended up staying at a friends, felt sick and came home? Yes that would do. You wouldn't turn around, you thought. You'd make your way quickly up the path, get in and slam the door - quietly ofcourse - and then probably have a good old fashioned sliding down the fridge where is my life going why does everyone hate me cry. This is not how it happened.

"Guess i'll be seeing you then... or not." You shrugged, doing your very best to look like you couldn't care less when in actual fact you were gutted. The first good looking bloke in ages and he's married, or got a girlfriend, or is married to his job or some shit like that.

Typical.

"Goodbye Jonathan."

That was it for him. No sooner had you taken one step up the path you felt his hand grab your waist, this time not gently. This time in a heat of mad passion as he spun you around and pulled you close to him. It was almost like his name was a password; a code that initiated a sudden scene of wild passionate embracing. He kissed you on the lips; not like any of the guys you'd been out with though, none of that washing machine tongue crap, this was a proper kiss. It was incredible. All those things you are supposed to hear when you have that kiss: the bells, the fireworks, the cannons, whatever. You heard them. He pushed his hands through your hair and you brought yours up to his face. It didn't last as long as it could of. You were the one to pull away. You couldn't do this. You were fed up of guys that just wanted one thing, and though you knew Jonathan wasn't like this it was the same principal. You were never going to see him again, he had made that clear.

"Thank you," you said, really meaning it. You savoured the last second you had gazing into his giant blue eyes and he looked almost as if he was doing the same with yours.

Then you turned around.

You walked quickly up the path, narrowly avoiding a collision with a plant pot on the doorstep. Rummaged hurriedly for your keys and let yourself in.

"Hey," he called your name in a soft tone to as not to wake anyone, but loud enough to be heard by you.

"Take care of yourself,"

"You know I can," you smiled mockingly, but genuinely meaning it.

And with that you shut the door.