Everybody in the Club Getting Tipsy [Zianourry]

A.N.: Warning! This is hardcore smut! You have now been warned!

“I need another drink.” Zayn groaned, crossing his arms on the table and leaning his head against them.

“No, you don’t.” Liam instantly rebutted. “You’ve had enough.”

“Niall’s had enough.” Zayn barked, sitting up again as he scanned the crowd.

It wasn’t hard for him to find his Irish friend because Niall was the center of attention in this club they were at. Niall was grinding against anyone that came near him, male or female, taken or not, it didn’t matter because they got tugged towards Niall, hips thrusting against one another. Most people that he ensnared were willing, eyeing the inebriated blonde with thirsty eyes but the sight of so many people coming and going, touching him, had the four boys at the table gritting their teeth.

Harry palmed his crotch shamelessly under the table, eyes glued to Niall’s lithe, writhing body as a new stranger’s hands ran over it. “That should be us.” He mumbled to the boys and he didn’t have to look away to know that they agreed with him.

He didn’t have to look to know that they wanted to be the ones that Niall pressed back into and the ones that could lace their fingers in Niall’s hair and tug his head back, exposing his flushed neck. But they couldn’t, at least, not in public and so they were forced to watch as he danced on someone else.

Louis didn’t know about the others but he wasn’t going to stand for that much longer and he assumed that they felt the same way. “Someone go get him. We’re leaving.” Louis growled, having more self-control than Harry but an equal amount of desire coursing through him.

When no one moved, Liam stood up reluctantly from the table and headed through the dancing crowd. It took him a moment before he made his way to Niall and then another moment to extricate him from the touchy stranger that was currently behind him. The stranger walked away, glaring at Liam for stealing Niall but Liam was seconds away from blowing a fuse.

“C’mon, Niall.” Liam said, whispering in Niall’s ear but Niall just started rocking forward into Liam, arching his head back and moaning as he ran his hands up through Liam’s hair.

“Mmm,” He groaned, opening his eyes and grinning once his eyes fell on Liam. “Hey, Liam,” He said in a breathless tone. “What happened to Max?”

“He had to go. And so do we. Come on.” Liam tried to tug Niall away but Niall dug his feet into the ground.

“What? But I’m having fun.” Niall pouted, sobering up slightly.

“We’ll come back another time.” Liam tried to bargain with Niall, tried to pull him away again, but Niall shook his head once more. He didn’t have time to speak though, as Louis came out of nowhere and grabbed Niall’s arm forcefully, dragging him through the dancing crowd. Liam hesitated for a moment before following them and, looking behind, he saw Harry and Zayn were there too. Liam watched as Niall struggled against Louis all the way to the car, feeling bad for his blonde friend but not exactly doing anything to help him.

Louis unceremoniously shoved Niall in the back seat of their van, buckling Niall up before he sat in the driver seat, tapping his finger impatiently as he waited for the last three to get in the car. Liam sat in the middle row with Zayn and Harry sat in the passenger seat beside Louis, none of them having the time to even buckle their seatbelts before Louis flew out of the parking lot. He had the windows open, rock music blasting out of the speakers, possibly to drown out Niall’s angry ranting in the back seat that Liam could just faintly hear but not make sense of.

Liam wondered why a seat belt would keep Niall chained down but he remembered that undoing one required a sense of coordination – something that Niall certainly did not have right now. So, Liam just sat there, watching the streets blaze by and it wasn’t too long before the car stopped outside their shared home. Everyone else jumped out of the car so Liam was left to undo a seething Niall and lead him to the door so he wouldn’t hurt himself.