One Direction Preferences

You drunk kiss someone

Harry: Harry scans the area of Nick's living room, searching for your form. He sighs when he finds you, rolls his eyes to the ceiling before he begins to make his way through the diminishing crowd. You're pressed against Nick's chest, hips grinding into his to the beat of the song while tipping your mixed drink against your lips. Nick is already hammered behind you, hips pushing into yours drunkenly while he sings along to the song at the top of his lungs. "You know love, you're the only one I've not drunk kissed," Nick mentions, leaning back against the arm of the couch and you give him a bright smile. You lean forward, lips pressing to his before leaning into him further. Nick grips your hip, tongue darting into your mouth to rub against yours and the kiss turns more heated as time passes. Harry stops at the end of the couch, mouth agape at you and his best friend making out before he sighs. "Ok, enough of that... Grimmy, you might be gay but I'll still beat your ass for kissing her" Harry teases in frustration, pulling your body to his before you lean up to kiss him. "Ok, if I wanted to kiss Grimmy I'd do it myself" Harry teases, dodging your lips before chuckling as you bounce off to get another drink. "What can I say, girls just wanna kiss me" Nick teases with a shrug, wandering off to the kitchen for another beer.

Liam: Almost two hours into the night at Funky Buddha, Liam realizes he's lost you. Standing up in the booth, Liam scans over the crowd trying to spot your bright pink dress in a sea of colors. He finds you at the bar with an equally drunk Andy, ordering a mixed drink and laughing. He steps down from the booth, intent on getting you and taking you home while he still can as he pushes his way through the crowd. When he gets to the bar, he sighs in frustration because you've disappeared. He hears cheering from the corner and his eyes are blinded by the flashing lights as he nears. He stops halfway there when he sees you and Andy, making out beneath the spraying champagne. Liam stares in mock horror as you tug at Andy's mane, pulling him closer to you before Guy starts pouring champagne between the two of you and you're laughing. Liam shuffles past the people in front of him, hurrying his stride when Andy starts licking champagne off your cleavage. "Alright... that's enough of that," Liam shouts, tugging you towards him before tossing you over his shoulder and storming from the club.

Niall: You're sitting in a booth at the after party. Niall has disappeared into the crowd leaving you to your own devices. Zayn slides into the booth with you, scooting you over so he has enough room to sit before he slouches down. "This blows," he complains over the music, passing another drink to you before taking a long swig from his beer bottle. "Well... bottoms up," you tease in that tone that lets him know you're less than thrilled. "Let's get super wasted," Zayn offers, downing the rest of his beer as you do the same before he stands. He pulls you through the crowd to the bar and the more you drink, the less you care about where Niall is. "Ok... next guy that buys you a drink, you kiss him," Zayn explains, stepping back to watch to see who the first man is to step up to you. You smile at the attractive man as he hands you your drink, taking a long sip before standing on your tiptoes. You pull him down to press your lips to his just as Niall steps up to the bar, eyes narrowing at the sight of you wasted and kissing someone else. "You couldn't watch her?" Niall shouts to Zayn, pushing past him to grab you and pull you towards him. "I told her to do it," Zayn offers with a shrug before wondering off, leaving the two of you at the bar. "Fuck it, I need to be way drunker right to forget that sight," Niall drawls, lulling his head to glare at you before you giggle and press your lips to his.

Louis: "Shit," he says as his eyes finally land on the familiar sight of the back of your head. There was a group stood around you whooping and hollering, drawing what could only be unneeded attention to your actions. The two of you had been at the MSG after party for only about an hour before he had become unaware of your whereabouts. He shuffles past everyone rapidly to see what the fuss was all about. He stood in silence as he finally laid eyes upon what you were doing. "YEAH!!" Everyone standing around shouted as your lips wrap around those of a girl that Louis had never seen before. "Who is that?" Louis turns to ask Zayn who had just walked up to the scene. "Don't know mate, but (Y/N) is trashed," he said with a chuckle. "You think?" Louis responds shaking his head at his bandmate and walking in your direction. "Alright (Y/N) it's time to unlatch her face," he says grabbing your shoulders. You pull back and look up at him through hazy eye. "Bu I luff er?" You slur out, clearly showing how much you had been drinking. "I know you do, but sometimes you've got to live and let go," he says, letting his philosophical asshole side out. He pulls you up off of the lap of the girl he still did not recognize and wraps his arm around your waist to help you keep your balance. "I'll call you!" You shout back at the mystery girl. "No she won't," Louis responds as he walks you out of the room.

Zayn: You sit in the booth as your boyfriend talks to some fans that had come up to him in the club. You had been downing drinks since the two of you had arrived so you didn't really mind the fact that you weren't getting the chance to spend a lot of time with him. After about ten minutes of sitting by yourself you notice that Chris Stark is sitting at the bar. You had met him when you went with Zayn to Radio 1 the day he was on air with Scott a few months ago and thought he would be much more interesting than sitting alone. You slide out of the booth and make your way over to say hi. "Hey you," you say with a smile trying not to slur too much. "Hey!" Chris says, a bit out of it himself. "You by yourself?" You ask him. "For now, some of my mates are on their way," he explains. You take a seat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. The two of you talk and down a few more drinks before the loud club music starts to call your name and you take Chris's hand to lead him out on the floor. By this point the thought Zayn even being in the same room has completely left your mind. Things start getting hot between you and Chris as the beat of the music brings the two of your alcohol influenced minds closer together. You wrap your arms around his neck as your lips find his. The two of you continue to make out as the loud beats and strobing lights in the club take you to another world in your clouded mind. That is until there's a light tap on your shoulder and you come back to reality. "Have you quite finished?" Zayn says with a bit of a disappointed face. "Sorry mate," Chris slurs. "Yeah," Zayn says annoyed, taking your hand and pulling you off of the dance floor as you stagger behind him.