"Another round of shots for the birthday girl!" Niall slurred beside you.
You couldn’t help but giggle, Harry just rolled his eyes and continued to slurp on his beer along with the rest of the boys.
"Baby, you w-ant a s-s-shot." You slurred, twisting in your spinney bar stool.
"No." He smiled obviously a lot more sober than you and Niall. "Kitten, sit still or-" He stopped when you fell face first onto the floor.
"Bad floor." You slapped the tiled floor repeatedly.
"I think its time to go home." Harry picked up off the floor, "Can we have sex?" You asked, leaning onto Harry who had a firm grip of your arm.
"I don’t think so." You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.
"But I want *giggle* sex *giggle*." You made your way home, jumping onto the bed.
Falling asleep instantly. Harry came in right after you.
"Happy 21st birthday (y/n)."
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