79 Iced latte solves all the problems

Was this a way of punishing me for coming home drunk or what? I pouted as I stared at the fruit in front of me like my worse enemy.

"You shouldn't eat junk food at night. Besides, you had too much alcohol. You should eat healthily." he explained and I couldn't contain it anymore.

"Who says I want to eat healthily? Besides, eating pizza might not be good for other people's health but it's good got mine and without it, I'll fall sick." I pouted at the end of the sentence pushing my lips forward as though I had been treated badly.

Gerard pushed the pizza aside and looked at me seriously. " If you want pizza, you have to promise me one thing."

I looked at him sceptically unsure what this thing could be, after all, it's not like I had an addiction that he knew of so I guess making a promise wouldn't be hard.

I nodded and he continued. "You must promise me never to leave the house without giving me a detailed location of where you'd be going to..."