Three Way Relationship

9-Horror Movies & Mr. D.R.U.N.K

Zayn's POV

After watching It, Niall literally begged for us to watch The Shining, another Stephen King film at its finest. (a/n: Darkangeljb, there u go c;)

I swear my heart was beating too fast.

Stephen King films didn't scare me, its not that.

No, they just creep the shit out of me and give my mind a wider expansion to the possible things that could kill me in life.

Take Misery for an example, that told me if I were to become a book writer, or a famous person, someone could be a completely  obsessed fan, kidnap me, break my legs and make me basically write or do whatever it was that made me famous, just for them.

That shit is creepy.

And then there's Pet Cemetery... excuse my French; That fucking put me off of getting a damn pet, and shit. I mean if it died, and then we have it buried, how do I know the ground isn't some Indian Burial ground, and it comes back evil?

Even though I'm in Britain, I don't know who's cursed what here.

Stephen King, I blame you for making me believe that horror scenarios are going to happen to me.

I swear, if I meet Stephen King, whether he's dead, or alive... I will slap that mother-fucker with every, single, damn, book, he's, written.

And the horror's he writes? C'mon, he's not even trying anymore.

He wrote a book about surviving Stephen King - himself? Really?

Ugh, if-

"Zayn?" Niall asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked down at my blonde boyfriend, smiling.

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"Can you grab me a drink?" Niall pouted.

"I guess so..." I mimicked his pout, "Any requests?"

"Jim Beam." Niall smiled, pecking my cheek.

I nodded, getting up.

I walked towards the fridge, opening it up to grab two Jim Beam-That's odd, I thought.

There were only four left... I'm quite sure we had about nine or something left.

"Louis..." I called.

"Yeah?" He replied, staring at me from the couch.

"How many cans were left when you grabbed some drinks?"

"About eight or nine, why?" Louis said.

"I don't know, there's only four left..." I scratched the back of my neck.

Everyone hadn't left their seats during the movie... so I don't have a clue to whe-Unless...

Justin.

Justin's POV

Ow. Ow. Ow.

My head felt like a hammer was sitting on the sensitive part of my brain, and my stomach felt like it was doing summer salts.

I groaned.

I only had like three cans, yet my head was throbbing, and I felt so bloody sick.

I was currently sitting in the bathroom, trying to calm myself down.

Oh god, what is this hell!?

I only drank THREE DAMN CANS.

I just wanted to shove my head in a bucket of ice and never move again.