Harry: He gets you away from the bar before you can down another drink. His arm is firmly wrapped around your waist as he hails a cab, your drunken feet tripping over his sober ones. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt, so he swoops you up into his arms so there's no possibility of just that.
Liam: He lets you have your fun, but the minute you drop hints that you're going to do something dangerous of stupid, he's at your side, playfully telling you that it's about time you got to bed. In your drunken state, he can't help but laugh, the jumbled protests making no sense as they slur out of your mouth.
Niall: Normally, he'd be joining you, but instead he decided to make it an early night, getting you back to the safety of your flat. You struggle to get off your shoes, so he moves you to the couch, removing them for you. You lazily grab the throw pillow, falling sideways onto the couch, closing your eyes. Niall pulls the blanket over you, preparing for the killer headache you would have tomorrow.
Zayn: He carries you up to bed, grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping the heavier makeup off your face. You in your drunken state, had just fallen fast asleep in the car, so Zayn was left to look after you, not that you minded. He just knew from experience that tomorrow was going to be rough.
Louis: He gets your tight clothes off and your thick makeup off before carrying you to your shared bed. He ignored your drunken sexual advances, knowing how wrong it was and would be to partake in anything when you were this out of it. He tucked you into bed, laying next to you and waiting until you fell asleep before he did the same.
