Punk Niall Series

"He Takes Care of You While You're Drunk"

"I need a drink," you exclaim upon entering the apartment you and Niall had recently purchased. Niall is at the kitchen island, a black mug in his hand and he raises an eyebrow at you. "I've had the worst day. We got a new nurse and she's an utter bitch! I already hate her and I want to get smashed since I have the weekend off," you explain, stripping out of your scrubs and Niall lets his eyes rake over your body. He smiles at the ink swirling up your rib cage in a colorful pattern of colors. "Alright, I can do that. Go ahead and shower and get ready, then we'll leave," he offers, smiling over the rim of his mug and you nod before lifting up on your toes to press a thankful kiss to his waiting lips. An hour or two later, you're adding the finishes touches to your look when Niall appears in the doorway of your bedroom. "Hair up?" He questions, taking in your little black dress and nude wedges. "I'm getting hammered, it's easier to have my hair up when I throw up," you explain, passing him your lipstick case and a bottle of Tylenol for him to store in the pockets of his black skinnies. "Good thing I bought you that phone case, it'll come in handy tonight so you can keep all your things together," Niall states, helping you into the car and you give him a smile because by taking his own Land Rover that means he has no plans of drinking. "Good thing my boyfriend's so smart," you grin, leaning into the kiss he plants on your cheek. "The lads are gonna meet us there, I pulled out all the fun people for this night," Niall tells you, taking your hand in his as he leads you into the dark club once you've bypassed the long line because of course Niall knows the bouncer. By the time the rest of Niall's friends arrive, you're already drunk because a few of Niall's clients had been at the club and had bought you both round after round of shots. "Love you babe," Niall murmurs against your temple, shaking hands with Zayn and Louis once they arrive. "She's really drunk mate," Louis comments, tipping the beer bottle against his lips to chug the last bit before he buys himself another shot of tequila. "She's had a rough week at work, apparently the new nurse is a cunt so here we are," Niall explains, sweeping his arm around to show off the club and Zayn chuckles. "She's dancing with some dude," Louis' girlfriend giggles before she sobers up for a moment to scrunch her face up. "This guy's an asshole actually, Louis' trying to fight him because he's being inappropriate with [Y/N]," she finishes and Niall rolls his eyes before he scans the room. He finds Louis easily, watching the way he's in the guy's face before he gives the guy a hard shove and pulls you away. "Hey, it's my boyfriend," you exclaim with a giggle, clapping your hands gleefully before stumbling into his lap. "Louis kicked some guys ass because the guy touched my boob... does that mean my boobs aren't touch-worthy?" You question sadly, tugging on the collar of his button down before tracing some of his exposed tattoos with your finger. "Your boobs are very touch-worthy but only to me," Niall chuckles, helping you to stand before he stands himself. "Are you ready to go then? You need food and water and then more food. If I feed you enough maybe you won't get hungover," Niall offers, taking your hand in his to help you from the club after bidding goodbye to your friends. An hour later you're shoving your face full of Nando's and Niall glances around. "Babe, let's take some of this with us, I think they're trying to close," he states and you pout. "We'll take it home, you can have some later on, " Niall promises. He's just pulled into the driveway of the expensive townhouse he'd purchased for the both of you before you're flinging the door open and throwing up into the bushes. "Lovely," Niall comments, rounding the car to help you into the house and up the stairs. "Niall, I'm gonna be sick," you mumble loudly, staring down the moving hardwood floors before you vomit. "Oh shit," Niall curses, grabbing the trashcan to shove under your chin but the damage as already been done. He strips you from your vomit covered clothes and helps you into the shower to wash you off before he helps you into your sleep clothes. "I'm sorry," you mumble from the bed, watching as he cleans up the mess on the hardwood and he chuckles. "Don't worry about it, I had already prepared myself for this when you said you wanted to go out. Honestly, it's not that bad," he reassures you, spraying a generous amount of Febreze to cover the odor before he climbs into bed beside you. "Shower, please," you beg, holding your nose against the smell of him and he shrugs. By the time he climbs back into bed, you've passed out on your side with your head leaning towards the trashcan.