Ziam/Zouis

Chapter 8: Little Tipsy

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Zayn' pov (for a while btw)

"Liam?"

Liam smiled at me, closing the door behind him as the rest of the guests walked in. "H-Hi Zayn."

I turned to Louis. "This is very inappropriate. He's my lead dancer."

Harry frowned. "It's allowed Zayn. You're both over 18. Calm down."

Louis raised an eyebrow. "This is Liam?! Holy shit. Mate, I've heard so much about you. Just as he described, a sex go-"

"Louis, that's enough." I interrupted, Liam blushing and biting his lip.

Oh wow. Stop.

Louis walked into the kitchen, returning with three bottles of vodka. "Let's get this party STARTED!! First bottle empty, we play spin the bottle."

Harry frowned. "Uh...aren't we a bit old for that?"

Louis scoffed. "No. Never."

Max and Niall finally walked in with Josh trailing behind, all three holding a soda. Niall, already contaminated from sugar, giggled on Josh's shoulder. "Let's get this shit goin'!!"

No more sugar for him.

Josh kissed Niall on the cheek, Max scoffing. "Ew stop."

I looked at Josh, as he winked at Niall in front of all of us sitting on the floor. "Maybe you shouldn't have brought Max."

Wait until spin the bottle.

Niall ran to Louis, pulling a bottle of vodka away from Louis, and running to the other room with Josh. Well, now we know not to bother them.

Harry, Louis, Liam, Max and I all sat down on the couch, with Louis on Harry's lap.

My hip was pressing against Liam, I gotta say, I can't complain against it.

Louis took out some shot glasses, setting one down in front of each of us, with two bottles of vodka in the middle of the large coffee table. He spoke confidently, as we all stared at him. "Now, let's do some shots. It's a game though. Each person is assigned to a partner. All five of us have our names on a slip of paper in this said hat," waving a snapback that belonged to me in front of us, "and two people draw a name."

Louis drew first, receiving Harry, both of them high fiving one another in celebration. I was handed my hat, afraid of the outcome.

Either Max, or the gorgeous sex god next to me.

Basically, either appropriate, or dirty.

Liam

I looked up at those gorgeous puppy eyes, biting my lip. "You and I, Liam."

Max furrowed his eywbrows, sounding pissed as he looked to Louis. "What do I do?"

Louis smirked. "Pour the shots."

Liam was second to ask a question, his right hand on my left knee. "How does this work?"

Harry jumped in to save Louis from ambush any longer than he already got himself into. "So, Max pours all of us a shot."

Liam raised a hand. "I don't drink mate."

Harry grumbled. "Okay so Zayn plays for double. Each shot is worth 10 points. Every time someone gets to 50 points, they give the person with the lowest points a dare to complete."