Harry - he traced lips down your skin, wriggling in the covers with drunk hands after you. Giggling, you fiddled his limbs into knots and stood up, “get some sleep, Harry,” you told him, “you’re too drunk for anything else…”
"B-but babe…" he slurred after you with the words tumbling out of a breathy chuckle, "I have… I have to tell you something…"
You crossed your arms, “oh, yeah? What’s that?”
"B-but you c-can’t tell (Y/N)," he groaned, tugging on your hand, "I’m gonna…" he yanked you down to the sheets and giggling along your skin again, "I’m gonna a-ask her to marry me next week…"
"W-what?" You shook, limp hand in his.
"You can’t tell (Y/N)," he hushed the entire sentence near your collarbone, "c-can’t tell (Y/N), jus- it’s a surprise…"
Liam - you watched him as he leapt up from the curb, running over to your car as you pulled up. “(Y/N),” he batted your windows, until you rolled one down, “y-you came…” he grinned, fitting his head into the car.
"Yep, just hop in, Liam…" you sighed, "before you fall over and break something."
"Cool…" he slurred and managed the door open, sliding into the passenger seat, "hey, you… you wanna k-know something?"
You tugged the car into drive, pulling out from the curb, “not really,” you spun the wheel, rubbing tired eyes as you drove down the main street.
"I… I didn’t wanna call anyone else to get me, (Y/N)," Liam sighed, looking over the seat to watch you. He smiled at your eyes, giggling again, "I like you, (Y/N), I… never…" he swallowed when you slowed the car in shock, "never told you, b-but I… you, (Y/N), you’re the girl…"
Louis - his arms wrapped around you as you fiddled the front door opening, keys slipping from your hand so you dropped them on the floor, stepping inside, “shit, damn…” you muttered under your breath.
"It’s okay," Louis yelled out, "baby, baby, baby…" he squeezed your waist, "I’ve got them, it’s okay!" He flopped down and picked up the keys, hurrying you inside.
"Alright, upstairs, Lou," you turned and poked his chest, "don’t make this hard. You’ve had too much to drink, you need sleep," you smiled when you held his cheek.
"No, no… babe, I…" he tugged on your hand when you turned, "I… I’ve gotta tell you something, I… want us to have a b-baby, want us to have a…"
"Lou," you held his cheek tighter, "we’ll… we’ll talk about this in the morning, okay? Now’s not the t-"
"No, no," he clouded his own Bourbon breath when he talked, "I… we… we’re married, b-babe, this is… I wanna… wanna do this with you…"
Zayn - ”Babe…” he pouted, sighing down on the couch next to you, closing his eyes dully from the music pumping around the house, “I… thank you for coming with me tonight,” he smiled before he opened his eyes again.
"It’s okay," you threaded your fingers with his.
"Mmmm," he smiled over to you, "mmm, you have sof-soft hands, (Y/N)."
"Thanks," you nestled a little closer to him, inhaling the alcohol lacing his breath, "your’s a pretty soft as well…"
"I… I think I love you, babe…"
"You…" you had to swallow, blinking, "I… you love me?"
"Yeah, I jus-just…" he closed his eyes again, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing closer, "just need to figure out how to tell you."
Niall - ”Where…” he stumbled on the way over to you, “where are you going, babe?”
"To the bathroom," you giggled, pressing your lips to his cheek. He took your hand and closed his own around it, holding it to his chest.
"But… but, no…" he groaned, facing you with the music around the club pounding so loud, "I…" he leant in enough to press his lips to your ear, "I have to… t-tell (Y/N)…"
"Ni," you squeezed your hand under his, "I’m (Y/N)."
"No, no," he chuckled, "(Y/N), I… have to tell (Y/N) that I… I want her to m-move in with me… was g-gonna tell her tonight…"
You blinked for a few seconds, before you took a breath, “well, she’ll… she’ll be back from the bathroom in a few minutes. So you can, um, you can ask her then.”
