It was a dare, a stupid dare to see how man drinks it would take before you were completely wasted.
Harry counted as you chugged them down.
Counting to four before shapes became blurry, Liam’s words becoming slurred.
Was this what drunk felt like? You chugged down your fifth one, falling to the side of the couch on Liam’s lap.
“I have to pee.” You said overjoyed hiccupping.
The boys laughed, watching you stumble over imaginary things in the hall reaching the bathroom.
Barely finding your way to the toilet.
You did your business they flushed it.
Walking over to the sink to find a toothbrush. “Holy Shit Liam! What does this do?” You yelled from the bathroom.
Liam’s eyes went wide, the boys doubled over in hysterics.
It wasn’t so funny the next morning when they had to take care of you.
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One Direction Imagines and Preferences
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