A/n: Trying to get this done today so you guys can read it, like I promised.
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Niall brought you to this party, loud and noisy. Your head is hurtin, and you wanna go home, but Niall, the smartass, got drunk and now you can't get home unless you grab a cab, but you're afraid he won't come home safely if you do.
"Niall!" You call for him "let's go home, I'm tired." He pouts.
"But BAAAABBE!" He whines. "It's only 1 am."
You shake your head.
"So what, I'm tired, and you're the only one having fun."
He smiles drunkenly.
"Le'sh change that."
He hollers for the guy acting bartender. Then he makes you regret your words, through getting you to drink about ten shots on two minutes flat.
What he does to make you drink 'em? He tells you, for every shot you take he will clean the house for a week.
"Shit." You mumble under your breath. That might've have been over done. The world spins, and a laughing Niall become triplets in front of you.
"You havin' fun now, love?" He asks, Irish accent bubbling. You shake your head, starting to hysterically laugh.
"Oh God, Niall" you giggle "you are the stupidest boyfriend one could ever have."
"As are you for a girlfriend." He comes back with, sending you into a new fit of laughter. The bartender looks amused on you two.
"Are you guys alright?" He ask with a smile, unable to hold it back at your childishness. You wave against him.
"Yeah, we're fine" then a giggling interrupts you, and you can't speak further. You pull Niall with you to the room where people are dancing.
"C'mon, let's dance" Niall cheers, tugging your hand.
"Yeah, yeah." You follow him out, dancing like crazy. You spin and spin and spin, and the world never seem to stop, until Niall catches you, surprisingly aware enough to hold you up. He kisses your hair, and laughs, bringing you with him for another dance.
When you finally manage to get a cab to go home with, after begging the host, on your bare knees, to let you have Niall's car in his driveway 'til he's sobered up, you lean against each other in the backseat, almost falling into slumber before the driver ask you to get your drunk asses out of his car.
Niall can of course not find his keys, they're in his pocket. He searches everywhere, even asking if you got them, not knowing how that would work out since you got no purse, and no pockets. You find them when he steps mid-air, thinking there's a step, and almost falling, you hear the keys jingle in his pocket.
When you get in he imidiatly goes to sleep on the couch. When you ask why he's on the couch he tells you that you will be mad in the morning since he drank so much. You shrug your shoulders and go sleep next to him. He wraps his arm around you, and falls asleep with a "I know I must clean the house for ten weeks, from now on".
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A/n: I suck, and I know it. This is pure crap.
YOU ARE READING
One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)
CasualeSo I was going to try to actually make a book out of these. Update when I have time, but will try as often as possible.
