Spicy Onceler x Reader

Drinks and Disasters

CW: Drinking, drunk behavior

Y/N POV

I turn my gaze back to Jackson who's laughing loudly.

"Welp, this won't do, will it?" he grips the hem of his dirty shirt.

Without thinking I said, "Strip! You won't, you won't!"

"Yes, I will!" He whined.

Without hesitation he gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head.

One word. MUSCLES!

"Hot damn!! Jackson I thought you were an e=mc^2 nerd, why are you so attractive?!"

Jackson sheepishly grins at me and starts to giggle. "Mamas, I didn't know you were so bold."

"Mamas, I didn't know you were so fine."

"Mamas, stop stealing my line."

"Mamas, make me."

With each sentence, we both take a step closer.

"Mamas, you know I will win in any fight."
"Mamas, you obviously haven't seen my muscles."
"Mamas, we all know I'm the one with muscles in this bro-lationship."

"Mamas, that's totally not true."

"Mamas, I- oh-" I looked at him realizing we were inches away from each other.

"What mamas?" He says crouching down so we could be face to face.

"Stop trying to kiss me, mamas." I laugh out.

"Huh? Oh, ohhh!" He stood upright, as he was about to say something else but got interrupted by Willow pushing Jackson and I apart.

"Boi," she said, "Harry go take Jackson to find a new shirt. Y/N here have some water, you clearly need it."

"Alright, luv," Harry said, "Jackson, c'mon let's go get you another shirt before these girls start drooling."
"As if, I'll never have my standards that low," Willow jokes,"I would much rather date Y/N."

"Damn Willow that's your loss. I would much rather be with my bro, those muscles gonna make me act upppp."

Willow scoffs at my reply and shoos the boys away.

While she's distracted I wander over to the people Jackson had barked at.

"Glad to see you guys found another table. Jackson ended up spilling ours."

"Dang, wanna join our game? We just started a new round."

"I'd love to." I smiled. I scan around the table to see two girls setting up that table for another match. I move to be a bit farther from them, just to bump into a guy.

"Woah there," The guy steadies me, "You can't fall for me that easily."

"Can I least get your name before I do," I ask.

"Louis and over there is Niall, what's your name, beautiful?" Louis lifts my chin up, smirking at me.

"It's Y/N, but you can call me yours."I giggle.

"What are you trying to imply?"

"That we'll be the best of friends."

"Y/N? Y/N, where are you?" I hear a voice say, who was it again? It was a girl's voice? Willow? I think so. Her voice wasn't one to remember.

"Over here!" I call back, raising my hand high up. I felt someone intertwine their fingers with mine, gently lowering it down.  Through the darkly lit room, I see myself looking at Willow. She stood barely a foot away from me. Squinting, I noticed light brown freckles covering her nose. Her cheeks were powdered with a tint of pink, probably due to being crowded with tons of other people.