Call Noah.

As my eyes look around the party and the two shots of **** begin to course through my body, I was actually completely unsure what to do. I unfold my arms from across my chest and lower them down to my waist where I grab my hips and give a smirk around the party. As my fingertips trail around my hips, I touch my cell phone that I placed in the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "Hmm..." my mind starts to wander and think that maybe I was being a little tough on my fiance.

I told him I would text him when I got here and then I forgot. I told him I would give him a call but then I hung out with my girlfriends and then totally blew him off when he was only really worried. He kind of blew up my phone and I laughed about it with Isabella but now I was starting to feel a little guilty.

Whether it was the guilt or the **** in my veins, I felt the need to pick up my phone and give him a call to let him know I was okay and what my game plan was. Sure, it's my Bachelorette party and I can do whatever the hell I want to do but I do love him, I do love his voice and even though it was a little clingy, it was also kind of cute how worried he was for me.

Picking up my phone and fingering through the lock on my screen, it loads up. As my background comes into view, it showcases one of my favorite photos of us as a couple. It was the two of us in the stands of Ford Field at a home game for the Detroit Lions. My arms are wrapped around Noah's head, pulling him in and giving him a big smooch on his cheek as he's in the process of just rolling his eyes but also showcasing the biggest, toothiest smile ever. It was such a fun picture of us two and really showcased our personalities off. Noah, being the more serious and straight-edged person while I was definitely more spunky, outgoing and carefree.

I press speed dial #1 on my phone to ring him up before bringing the phone up to my ear.

"Brooke!" his excited voice courses through the phone, "I'm so glad... how are... I was..." I could barely understand what he was saying because the music in the suite was way too loud.

"One sec, babe!" I reply, basically yelling into the phone. My eyes look around the suite, seeing if there was any room I should run into while I talk to him. Unfortunately after only about 10 seconds I realize this music is going to be way too loud no matter which room I go into so instead, I turn around and head to the door.

Turning the handle, I pull the door open and look over my shoulder once more. For it being my Bachelorette party it seems nobody is paying any attention to me at all. That's okay though as I only want a little alone time to talk with my fiance and then afterwards, back to party with my girlfriends all night long!!!

Stepping through the door, I shut it behind me and start to walk down the hallway of the hotel, away from my suite, music and my friends.