Fluffy Clouds [ One Shots ]

Shots || Ziam

Title: Shots

Pairing: Ziam

Word Count: 1682

Notes: Happy birthday Liam! My daddy is 23 years old, and I'm so proud!

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As most people know, Liam Payne was born with a kidney problem. Because of this, the poor lad tried to hold back on drinking. Getting drunk with your friends is always a lot of fun, but staying healthy and safe is even more important.

But recently, Liam's kidney has made a miraculous recovery. Now, the lad could drink just like anyone else could. So for his birthday, his friend Zayn Malik, decided to take him to a club.

The two walked into the dark club. There were colourful, flashing lights, and many people on the dance floor. Or, more like grinding. The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, but for the first time ever, Liam was actually excited for that.

"Get as drunk as you want," Zayn said, gesturing the the huge bar.

"Okay," Liam replied giddily, before turning serious. "But make sure you don't drink. You are driving. Unless you want to call a cab."

"Yes, yes, I know. Don't worry, just have fun," Zayn sighed.

He grabbed Liam's hand and pulled him through the crowd of people, towards the bar.

"What do you want to drink?" Zayn asked the birthday boy.

"Uh, I don't know really," Liam shrugged. He didn't know what to get, because he didn't know what was good.

"Can he get 6 shots? And put it on my tab under Zayn" Zayn asked the bartender.

"Sure thing," he replied.

The bartender grabbed six small cups from under the bar, and put them in front of Liam. He grabbed a bottle of vodka, and filled each cup to the brim.

"Bottoms up," the bartender said, before helping another person.

"So, do I just drink them?" Liam asked, smiling slightly.

"Go for it."

Liam grabbed the first cup, and drank it in one gulp. He made a disgusted face and slammed the cup back onto the counter. Wordlessly, he drank shot after shot, wincing each time, but downing them effortlessly.

"I just hope you're not a lightweight," Zayn mumbled to himself as Liam ordered himself another drink.

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"Zaynie," Liam squealed, wrapping his arms around the lad.

"You're drunk," Zayn stated, before facepalming. He brought Liam to a bar, and let him run loose. What was he really expecting?

"Oh, look at my purse," Liam hiccuped, shoving a purse at Zayn.

"What? Where did you get this?"

"I found it on the floor, and look," the birthday boy exclaimed, before digging into the brown purse and pulling out a box of tampons.

"Liam, put that back," Zayn hissed.

"THEY'RE GHOSTS!" Liam yelled, unwrapping one, and holding it by the string.

"Oh god."
"Ooooooooooooooooo, it's haunting you. Boo!" Liam giggled, throwing the tampon at his friend.

"Gross, Liam, come on, let's go back to my place. You can crash the night," Zayn said.

"No, Zaynie, I can't yet, I wanna 'nother drink," Liam said, stumbling back to the bar.

"I guess we are doing this the hard way then," Zayn mumbled to himself.