5SOS Preferences

8. Drunk

Calum- "Y/n! I'm home!" came Cal's voice from the main room, and was followed by the sound of the door closing. "Wh-where are you babe?" he called.

You peeled your eyes open, looking at the clock. It was almost three in the morning, and Calum was just coming home.

Groaning, you threw off the covers and trudged out of the bedroom to find him sitting at the kitchen table. He was totally still, just looking at his hands with a blank stare.

"Cal, babe, it's almost three am," you yawned and walked over to him. He just kept looking at his hands. "Calum?" you murmured and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. "You alright?"

He nodded, then stood, stumbling slightly. You noticed he smelled strongly of alcohol, and realised he was very drunk.

Turning to face you, he hugged your waist, burying his face in your neck. "Dance with me..." you heard him mumble against your skin.

Giggling sleepily, you agreed, wrapping your arms back around his neck. He guided you around the room, slowly and aimlessly. All the while, he whispered in your ear how gorgeous you were, how he would only ever love you, how you completed him.

After what felt like hours, but only ended up being about half an hour, you backed away slightly, looking at Calum.

"Lets get to bed," you smiled. He groaned, but you just pulled him to the bedroom. You helped him get his shoes off, pulled his shirt over his head, and turned away, blushing, as he got out of his skinny jeans.

"Come on," you said softly, climbing into the big, soft bed you shared. He crawled in next to you, lying with his chest pressed to your back, your legs curved around his, his arm holding you tightly.

"I love you turtle," he whispered in your ear. And you knew it was true.

Because a drunken mouth speaks truths from a sober heart.

Ashton- Stumbling through the crowd, you put a hand on your temple. The music was driving nails through your head, and you tried to stay awake as you searched frantically for Ash.

Finally breaking free of the sea of bodies, you crashed into a wall, hitting your shoulder hard. "Ashton!" you yelled, knowing deep down it was useless. The music and screaming were just too loud. "Ashton!!" You wouldn't stop until you found him.

The next thing you knew, you were lying in a bed, sunlight blinding you as you opened your eyes ever so slowly. You were stripped down to your undergarments, wearing only a big KISS shirt. His shirt.

Looking beside you, a sleeping Ashton was there to greet you. His arm rested on your stomach, his warm, hard chest flat was against your back.

You went to yawn, but instead gasped from the piercing agony in your head. Ash jerked awake beside you, looking around with confusion.

"Wh-what happened? Are you alright?!" he looked at you worriedly.

Rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes. "Gosh Ashton. Not so loud," you muttered as his voice made the pain flare up.

"Oh yeah. Sorry babe, I forgot. You probably have a hangover right now," he giggled softly.

"What?" You'd never gotten drunk in your life. How could you be hungover?

"You really don't remember last night?" His eyes twinkled with amusement as he grinned at you. "Y/n, you were really drunk last night. You ended up passing out. I had to carry you to the car." He rubbed his neck, smiling. "And may I say, you're not light."

You rolled your eyes, then turned so you were facing him. "Was it really that bad?" you whispered.

"You were really hammered. I've never seen you like that."