Ashton:
"Do you hate me?" You cry out as Ashton tries to sneak out of your bedroom. You're emotional wreck when you drink too much, this being a prime example.
"Why would I hate you?" He asks, turning around and coming back into the bedroom. He sits down beside you and wipes the traces of tears off your makeup stained cheeks.
"Well, you're leaving me right now." Ashton rolls his eyes and takes your hand in his.
"I'll stay right here 'til you fall asleep."
Calum:
"Fuck this. Fuck you. And Fuck the motherfu-"
"OKAY!" Calum exclaims, slapping his hand over your mouth. "I think you have had by far too much to drink." You squint your eyes and push Calum's hand off of you.
"You're not the judge of me." Calum raises his eyebrows and stands from the couch you two are sitting on.
"Really, prove it." You flip him the bird and chuckle at yourself.
"Fucking punk as bitch."
"Yep, we're going home." Calum says before grabbing you around the waist and throwing you over his shoulder.
Luke:
"Did you see that guy purpose to that girl?" You ask Luke as he guides you to the door of your shared hotel room. He shakes his head and tries to contain the laughter. "It was sooooooo cute!"
"Yeah, it was." Luke says with a hint of laughter in his voice as he pushes open the door. You stumble inside, giggling excitedly when you see the bed.
"Oh, pillows!" You utter before stripping yourself of your dress and jumping onto the bed. "Lukey, get your butt in this bed and feel these pillows!" Luke laughs and flicks off the lights.
"Anything you want baby."
Michael:
"Holy shit, do you know what I was thinking?" You ask excitedly as Michael picks you up bridal style and begins carrying you from the car.
"I have no fucking clue."
"Okay so I was thinking that like you and I could get matching tattoos that say-" You pause momentarily as your mind blanks for a little bit. You squint your eyes and order to deepen your thinking process. "What was I talking about?" Michael laughs to himself as he kicks the front door of your house open.
"I have no idea."
