girls night | garrett graham ✶
summary: in which garrett receives an almost unreadable message from you while you're out celebrating one of your close friends birthdays. offering to pick you up, garrett has an interesting car ride home and rest of the night.
pairing: garrett graham x fem!reader
notes: hi! just some established relationship fluff! i hope you enjoy <3
saying you were slightly intoxicated would’ve been a drastic understatement. it was the night of allie’s birthday, and while the celebrations had started off relatively tame - just a small night in with close friends, somewhere between the second round of margaritas and the dangerously sweet cocktail allie kept forcing into everyone’s hands, you’d managed to consume more alcohol in a few hours than you normally drank across an entire semester.
you weren’t big on drinking, and that made your tolerance for it incredibly low.
the soft buzz of garrett’s phone vibrating against the kitchen counter interrupts the sound of the hockey highlights playing quietly from the television in the background. it was nearly one in the morning, and despite the fact he had conditioning at eight and an early lift before practice, he’d promised he’d stay awake to pick you up.
you had tried to tell him at least six separate times that you could just uber home.
he hadn’t listened to a single one.
garrett was stubborn in a way that felt gentle rather than frustrating, and once he’d decided something, there was really no changing his mind.
especially when it came to you. he’d told you earlier that evening that there was “absolutely no universe” where he was letting you get into a random rideshare drunk and alone at one in the morning.
so eventually you’d given up.
stretching across the couch in the hockey house living room, garrett reaches for his phone, the corner of his mouth immediately twitching upward the second he sees your contact flash across the screen.
a laugh slips from his lips.
he shakes his head affectionately before typing back.
garrett: miss you too sweetheart
garrett: you okay over there?
y/n <3: allie keeps pouring me more margarita mix
another quiet chuckle leaves him.
garrett: want me to come get you now?
y/n <3: very fine actually
y/n <3: grace says i am glowing
garrett: that sounds terrifying
garrett: i’m coming to get you
his entire expression softens at that.
garrett: love you more, y/n. see you soon
garrett grabs his keys from beside dean’s protein shaker before making his way out the front door.
the winter air is freezing, cold enough that he immediately shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket while making his way towards his jeep.
twenty minutes later he’s pulling into the dorm complex where allie lives.
only one other car remains parked outside.
everyone else had obviously already left.
garrett jogs up the stairs two at a time before knocking lightly against the door. he barely waits ten seconds before allie swings the door open, smiling at him sheepishly before opening the door wider, signalling for him to follow her inside.
"she's in the living room", allie states, a hint of amusement evidently laced in her voice.
garrett follows the sound of your voice before finally spotting you curled up sideways across the couch, your heels abandoned somewhere near the coffee table while you sat clutching allie’s decorative throw pillow against your chest.
the second your eyes land on him, your entire face lights up.
“garrett!” you gasp loudly, as though you haven’t seen him in weeks instead of six hours.
his chest physically tightens at the sight of you.
even drunk out of your mind you were still the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
the apartment itself looked exactly like the aftermath of an allie hayes birthday celebration - empty margarita glasses scattered across the counter, half deflated balloons hanging from the ceiling fan, confetti covering nearly every surface imaginable. somewhere in the corner grace was asleep, wrapped entirely in a blanket burrito while allie attempted to clean up around her.
garrett’s attention shifts briefly toward the line of alcohol bottles littering the kitchen counter before settling back on you.
definitely the reason behind your texts.
“hi baby,” he says softly, moving toward the couch.
“you’re so handsome,” you mumble immediately.
garrett merely shakes his head, although he can’t stop the smile tugging at his mouth
“like offensively handsome,” you continue seriously, staring at him. “it’s actually rude.”
he crouches down in front of where you sat, reaching his hands out to fix your dress, "how'd this happen silly?" he questions, amusement laced clearly in the tone of his voice.
in an attempt to untangle your dress, he lifts the top half slightly, the movement exposing the black lace bralette beneath. his eyes drag briefly over the newly revealed skin before returning to your face, a quiet grin tugging at his mouth as he smooths the fabric back into place.
you stare at him intently, watching as he carefully repositions your dress.
“how much did you drink?” he asks carefully.
you stare at him for a moment.
allie bursts out laughing from the kitchen.
garrett exhales through his nose, fighting back his own amusement before carefully helping you sit upright. his hand resting gently on your exposed thigh.
“come on baby,” he murmurs gently.
you slowly nod, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of garrett's bed, falling asleep in his arms. you allow him to carefully pick you up bridal style.
before leaving, he says goodbye to allie and hannah, thanking them for taking care of you while simultaneously apologising for your current state.
the cold air hits your face the second garrett steps outside, causing you to bury yourself deeper against his chest while he carries you towards the car.
once he gets you settled safely into the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt himself, he finally climbs into the driver’s seat.
for a few minutes the drive is quiet.
his hand rests casually on your thigh while soft music hums through the speakers. you find yourself staring shamelessly at his side profile which had been illuminated by passing streetlights.
his lips twitch upward instantly.
“no but like…” you narrow your eyes at him thoughtfully. “you’re too attractive to be real.”
he laughs quietly, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your thigh.
another few seconds pass before you suddenly turn toward him fully.
garrett glances over briefly before returning his attention to the road.
“can’t right now sweetheart, i’m driving.”
“liar,” you mumble under your breath, crossing your arms dramatically and turning toward the window.
unfortunately for you, he hears it.
garrett sighs softly before signalling and pulling the car carefully off to the side of the empty road.
the second he parks, he turns fully towards you.
then his hand gently hooks beneath your chin, guiding your face back towards his.
“i literally pulled over just to kiss you.”
guilt immediately floods through you.
his expression softens instantly.
the moment you lean forward his lips meet yours, warm and familiar and impossibly soft. his hand slips into your hair while the other remains resting against your jaw, kissing you slowly like he has absolutely nowhere else to be.
when he finally pulls away, he presses several smaller kisses across your cheeks and forehead while mumbling quiet i love you’s against your skin, each one making your chest ache a little more.
you giggle softly, pushing lightly against his chest. “okay i get it.”
eventually the two of you make it back to the hockey house.
the second you walk through the front door, you attempt to wander towards the kitchen, but garrett catches your wrist instantly.
his eyes narrow suspiciously.
heavy footsteps suddenly sound from the stairs.
dean’s voice carries through the hallway a second before he appears around the corner wearing grey sweats, clearly about to make himself an absurdly late-night snack.
his eyes land on you first.
then the way you’re practically hanging off garrett’s side.
then your smudged makeup.
then the heels dangling loosely from your fingers.
“dean,” garrett warns tiredly.
“no, no,” dean continues, holding both hands up defensively while very obviously trying not to laugh.
“i’m just impressed she’s still standing. last time allie got her drunk she fell asleep in the booth at malone's still holding her drink.”
you immediately point at him. “that happened one time.”
dean chuckles, "and i'll never forget it, y/n."
garrett exhales a laugh under his breath while tightening his grip slightly around your waist to steady you.
“you’re both insufferable,” he mutters.
dean points lazily at him. “says the guy who physically cannot go one party without turning it into a hockey strategy meeting.”
garrett scoffs immediately. “that is not true.”
“really?” dean asks. “because last week at tucker’s thing you spent forty minutes talking about eastwood’s defensive structure.”
“we had a game next week,” garrett argues.
“we always have a game next week” dean says smugly. “normal college students drink tequila. you start analysing power plays.”
you’re not entirely sure why the conversation is suddenly the funniest thing in the world, but a burst of laughter escapes you anyway, hard enough that your forehead drops against garrett’s shoulder while your fingers curl lazily into the front of his hoodie.
dean watches you fondly before shaking his head.
“completely,” garrett agrees.
“hey,” you mumble defensively, lifting your head slightly. “i’m still aware.”
dean raises an eyebrow. “really?”
you squint at him. “…why are there two of you?”
“there it is,” dean says proudly.
garrett pinches the bridge of his nose while trying not to laugh and before either of you can react, dean walks over and pulls you into a quick side hug.
“missed you tonight, troublemaker.”
the movement nearly knocks you off balance, unsteady from the amount of alcohol still coursing through your system. garrett’s arm tightens instinctively around your waist, grounding you before you stumble.
“relax,” dean laughs. “you caught her.”
you grin up at dean lazily. “you smell like fries.”
“that wasn’t a compliment.”
dean places a hand over his chest in mock offence. “wow. i open my home to you, i support your relationship, i let you steal our food every weekend-”
“your food?” garrett interrupts. “she literally buys half the groceries in this house.”
“and yet somehow my cereal still disappears every time she stays over.”
you gasp dramatically. “because we both like the same cereal!”
garrett’s shoulders shake slightly with quiet laughter while dean continues pointing accusingly at you.
“last week i went to pour myself lucky charms and there were three marshmallows left in the box.”
you blink innocently. “well, that sounds like a you problem.”
“you’re lucky i love you.”
you immediately grin. “i know.”
dean narrows his eyes suspiciously before looking at garrett. “she gets mean when she’s drunk.”
“she gets mean when she’s sober too.”
you smack garrett lightly in the chest. “not true.”
he catches your hand instantly, pressing a quick kiss against your knuckles while smiling softly. “still love you though.”
“you two are disgusting.”
you’re still giggling when garrett finally starts guiding you toward the stairs.
“okay,” he says, voice warm with amusement. “time for bed before she starts another argument.”
“night, y/n,” dean calls after you.
you turn around mid-step. “goodnight deanie!”
dean immediately smirks and points at garrett. “she never gives you cute nicknames like that.”
“baby is literally a nickname.”
garrett flips him off without missing a beat, earning a loud laugh from dean as he disappears back into the kitchen while garrett continues leading you upstairs, quietly muttering about how he desperately needed a better roommate.
