Ringing In The New Year
a/n : happy new year beautifuls,have a good year, i'm always here if you need someone to talk and i hope that all your dreams come true this year
Liam: ”Mind if I steal (Y/N) for a while?” Liam questioned as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, interrupting your conversation with Louis and his girlfriend. “Course not, we wouldn’t want (Y/N) missing her New Years snog now would we?” Louis chuckled. “That’s enough out of you Tommo.” Liam joked as he started to lead you out onto the club’s large patio. “This is suppose to be a good spot to watch the fire works.” Liam stated as he lead you to an open spot near the railing. “How much longer until midnight?” You inquired. “About twenty minutes or so.” Liam shrugged. “It’s so nice out.” You noted. “Usually it’s freezing on New Years.” Liam hummed in agreement. “It’s a nice way to end and start a year isn’t it? Nice weather outside, friends having a good time inside, you and me together.” You smiled at Liam’s words. “Perfect way to finish off a year.” You agreed. Liam ducked down to give you a quick peck before the two of you finished your year talking and laughing together.
Louis: ”Ten, nine, eight, seven,” You and Louis chanted loudly with your friends. The two of you were stood around the bar, watching the seconds go by on the countdown they had on all the TVs in the bar that typically played sporting events and the news. Louis had his arm around you, one hand lightly gripping your hip while the other held his second whisky of the night. Some point during the evening Louis’ beers turned into hard liquor, which you were sure Louis was going to regret within an hour or so. “Six, five, four, three, two, one!" The bar erupted into a frenzy of loud cheers, noise makers, and ‘Happy New Years!’. Louis leaned down to give you a slightly sloppy kiss that tasted of the alcohol the two of you had consumed throughout the evening. "Happy New Year Lou," you mumbled against his lips with a slight giggle as the kiss became a bit more frenzied.
Zayn: "C’mere," Zayn mumbled as he pulled your shivering form into his warm embrace. "Remind me again as to why we’re standing out here in the cold?" You questioned, gladly accepting the warmth his body provided. "Because you wanted to see the fireworks at midnight.” Zayn chuckled. “Oh, right.” The two of you stood there, quietly wrapped in each other’s embrace until you heard voices inside counting down the seconds until the new year. Zayn lazily began to kiss you as the seconds went by, not stopping until the booming sound of fire works had begun. “Happy New Year Love,” Zayn spoke as he pulled away. “Happy New Year Zayn.” You replied, leaning up to press a final kiss to his lips before pulling away to watch the fireworks.
Niall: "I’m surprised you made it this long." You chuckled in a teasing manor as the end of one year and the beginning of another neared. "Oi, What are you talkin’ about. ‘M an Irishmen, I can handle my alcohol!" Niall argued with a laugh. "Yeah, that’s what you said at Louis’ birthday party a few days ago." You laughed, recalling how Niall, and Harry, managed to get absolutely sloshed very early in the evening. "I don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout." Niall grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist as everyone around you began to count down the seconds until the new year. Niall leaned down swiftly as the count down ended, mumbling a soft, "Happy New Year Baby," before pressing his lips against yours.
Harry: “Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven,” "I’m really glad you’re here." Harry spoke over the loud voices that filled the pub. "So am I." You replied with a grin. You and Harry were together in a small pub in Cheshire surrounded by some of Harry’s old friends and family members. The evening had been full of ‘it’s nice to finally meet you!’s and laughs (and maybe one or two, possibly even four too many drinks, but who’s keeping count?). Once the count down had reached it’s end and it was officially a new year, Harry ducked down and firmly kissed your lips. "I love you," Harry mumbled as he pulled away slightly, before he rejoined your lips and deepened the kiss. Your tongues were both laced with the bitter taste of alcohol, but neither of you seemed to care.
