One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

Five Seconds Of Summer Preference #3-Drinking With The Guys-Part 2

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Ashton-"Ashton?"

"Hmm?"

"Wake up."

"No, I'm tired!"

"You might want to see this." Reluctantly, Ashton opened his eyes, and looked up into Luke's blue eyes.

"What?" he asked, flipping onto his stomach. Luke pointed to the ground. Ashton leaned over the edge of the couch a bit, and his eyes widened. There you lay, face first on the wooden floor, and a little pile of blood.

"What happened?!" Ashton asked, jumping up from the couch to his feet and crouching down next to you. He carefully flipped you over so you were laying on your back. Dried blood was under your nose and around your lips, and your nose was also bruised pretty good.

"I don't know. I woke up a couple of minutes ago and Y/N was laying there." said Luke.

"Y/N," said Ashton quietly, caressing your cheek. You stirred, and swatted Ashton's hand away. Luke chuckled.

"What are you doing?" you grumbled, sitting up. You had the worst headache in history.

"Are you okay?" asked Ashton. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, which made your headache worse, so you quickly stopped.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. You looked up at Luke for an answer. Luke tugged his lip ring into his mouth, and nodded his head to the left of you. You looked, and your eyes widened at the puddle of blood.

"Is that my blood?" you asked.

"Do you remember what happened?" asked Ashton. You shook your head.

"I barely remember anything from last night. Why am I in my bikini?" you said.

"We went in the hot tub," answered Luke. You thought for a second, and did remember being outside.

"Maybe you fell." said Ashton.

"That would explain how she got the bloody and bruised nose." said Luke. You brought your hand up to your nose and winced as you slightly touched it.

"I'm getting an icepack," you said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and wrapped it up in a towel. You sat down next to Ashton on the couch in the living room.

"This is why we listen to your manager when he says not to drink," you said, leaning your head back against the couch.

"Says the person who drank who knows how many mixed drinks." said Luke. Him and Ashton laughed, while you gave Luke the bird.

"We better go wake Cal and Michael up." said Ashton.

"Have fun with that," you said, watching Ashton and Luke walk back towards the bedrooms.

Michael-"Guys, don't," you heard Luke warn. You raised an eyebrow, grabbing your Blink 182 shirt out of your dresser door. You jumped, letting out a scream as your bedroom door flew open, Calum and Ashton giggling, and Luke standing behind him with 'I'm sorry' and disappointment written on his face.

"What the hell?!" shouted Michael, now awake and sitting up in your bed.

"I told you they had sex! I wasn't lying when Y/N left me last night because Michael was shouting at her to have sex with him," said Ashton, a triumphant smirk on his face. Blush rose onto your cheeks as you remembered that happening last night.

"Get the fuck out you assholes," grumbled Michael. Ashton and Calum giggled once more before Luke grabbed the back of their shirts and dragged them away. You quickly put on your Blink 182 shirt and pulled on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans before turning and facing Michael. He smirked at you.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed one bit because you are the one that left Ash to come have sex with me. You could've said no and stayed with him, but you didn't and we had the best sex ever," said Michael, the smirk on his face.

"Drunk is the key word. I was drunk, and we had drunk sex." you said. Michael shrugged.

"The sex was still amazing." he said. You chuckled, shaking your head at the giggling Michael sitting in your bed.

Calum-"RISE AND SHINE, Y/N!"

"TIME TO GET UP!"

"WE HAVE A BIG DAY AHEAD OF US!"

*BANG BANG BANG!*

You groaned loudly, squinting at the sunlight shining in from the window as you rolled onto your back. Four extremely happy and awake boys stood around the bed you were in. You noticed a coffee pot and spoon in Michael's hand, making him the culprit of making it sound like gunshots went off.

"Why are you guys being so mean to me?" you whined, putting your arm across your forehead to attempt to block the sun that was shining in your face. All four of the guys smirked at each other.

"Well, you are official part of our group ever since you started dating Calum. Every time each of us got drunk for the first time since we became a band, the rest of the guys were assholes the next morning. So we had to do it to you," explained Luke.

"Why are we in a hotel?" you asked, looking around the room.

"Since last time we took a cab home all four of us were drunk, and the cab driver called and complained to our manager, I thought beforehand and booked this hotel yesterday morning," explained Calum. You nodded.

"Well, since I reek like throw up, I am going to go take a shower," you said, pushing the sheet and comforter off of you.

"Don't you wanna hear the stories about last night?" asked Michael. You turned around.

"After my shower," you said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

Luke- "Hey Y/N." said Luke. Calum's eyes widened, and he and Michael walked out of the backroom and to the front of the bus. There you stood next to Ashton, munching on apple slices and caramel sauce. Calum noticed that your water bottle was full again, and shot Michael a glare, which Michael gave Calum and smirk in return.

"Can I use your water bottle for the show tonight?" Luke asked you. You nodded, and handed him your water bottle. Calum gnawed at his bottom lip, feeling a little bit of blood on his tongue. Your eyes widened, your drunken self coming to your senses as Luke started moving the tip of your water bottle to his mouth.

"Luke, no-" you stopped as Luke took a drink. His face instantly scrunched up as what he thought was water, but actually is cucumber vodka, spilled onto his tongue and town his throat.

"Were you drinking this?" asked Luke, his voice loud.

"Luke-" you were interrupted again by Michael.

"Luke, don't get mad at Y/N. I'm the one who gave her the alcohol and got her drunk." said Michael. Luke widened his eyes at Michael, his face becoming red with anger.

"You got my sixteen year old girlfriend drunk?! You fucking idiot!" shouted Luke.

"Don't get mad at Michael, Luke. I was the one who decided to drink; Michael didn't make me." you said. Luke looked down at you, your cheeks flushed and eyes slightly bloodshot from the vodka. He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which slightly messed up his quiff.

"No more vodka," said Luke, dumping the remaining vodka in your water bottle into the sink.

"Go lay down a bit before the show," instructed Luke. You nodded, knowing that you needed at least some sleep, and walked back to the bunks, climbing into Luke's. You laid on your side, facing the wall, and listening to Luke scold Michael as quietly as he could.

You jumped as you felt strong arms wrapped around your waist, your back pressing against a warm body. Luke dug his face into your hair, smelling your strawberry shampoo.

"No more drinking for you for awhile," Luke murmured.

"Alright," you whispered.