#36 You look after him when he’s drunk
Louis:
It was rare that your best friend Louis got really drunk- he didn’t drink too often, and when he did he rarely went crazy with it. But tonight was his birthday, and he was planning on having a good time. Twenty shots later, however, he wasn’t feeling too fresh. "Y/N, help meeeeeeeee!" he said as you took his keys from him, unlocking the door which he was struggling to do. When you got into his flat, he grabbed your hand, leading you to his living room. He pulled you closer, and in a drunken haze, you started to kiss. You had wanted to kiss him for a long time, but not while you were both drunk. Before you could pull away, he slowly moved away and announced, “It’s not because of your kiss, but…I think I am going to be sick.” and rushed to the toilet. You rolled your eyes, following him to his bathroom, rubbing his hair as he threw up. “You’re an idiot, Lou.” you said, passing him a tissue. You ignored the kiss and focused on caring for your friend that night.
Zayn:
You were staying with Zayn on the tour bus for a couple of shows, and you guys had a bus party with the other boys and people they had brought along. Everybody else was suitably drunk, but Zayn was tapping away on his laptop. "What are you doing, love?" you asked him, and found him trying to call his mum on Skype. "I miss my faaammmilllyyy!" he said, his words slurred from the booze, and tears in his eyes. "Talk to them tomorrow, you’ll wake your mum up if you call now Zayn. Come and drink some water, we’ll talk to your family in the morning." you said, moving him towards the bunk beds so he could sleep the booze off. You both slid into his small bunk, and the small space intensified the smell of alcohol on his breath. "At least I have you here." he said, grinning. "I love you."
Liam:
“I want to get your name tattooed on me, ‘Y/N’ on my chest!” Liam exclaimed, as he walked into your shared flat. He had been out with friends while you stayed in after a long day at work. "No, Liam. NO." "But I love youuuu!" he pleaded, grabbing a marker pen from a drawer and trying to write your name on his chest, the letters backwards and clumsy from his attempt at doing it by looking in the mirror. "I love you too. And that is why I’m banning you from getting it done!" you said, attempting to clean the marker from his chest before it would stick. "Fine." he said, grabbing the marker pen again. "I’ll have to get my other love tattooed on me!" He was writing Niall on his chest in his drunken handwriting, and you laughed for a good five minutes. "You’re so silly, Li." you said, snapping a photo to send to his ‘other love’.
Niall:
You’re drunk too. A night at a small bar near your flat had resulted in a lot of drinks, mixing beer, vodka and other shots was a bad idea. Now, you and Niall were stumbling back to your flat when Niall lost his balance and fell in a road. You grabbed his laughing body to the safety of the pavement and checked he didn’t hit his head on the way down. "You’re my saviour, Y/N!" he said, overdramatically, pulling you down to the ground for a kiss. The buzz from the alcohol and the kiss left you feeling warm inside and you smiled at your boyfriend. "Let’s get you home, Ni." you said, smiling.
Harry:
Your friends really wanted to see this band playing in a tiny room in an expensive part of London, and forced you to go with them. You weren’t really in the mood to drink, but you were enjoying the company and the music was cool. You were on your way to the bathrooms when you saw a man around your age sprawled on one of the white sofas on the edge of the room. He was alone, and you wanted to check he was OK. "I can’t find my friends…" he said, drooling on the seat, not even looking at you. "Pass me your phone, I’ll find them. Who were you with?" "Nick." You noticed a series of missed calls from ‘Nick’, so you went to a quieter spot and called him. Turns out he had left the club they were in and come here on his own. His friends were relieved to find out where he was, and rushed to the venue. After Nick and his friends introduced themselves and thanked you, they lifted Harry from his drunken slump and led him to the exit. "Wait, Y/N, what’s your number? I think Harry will want to thank you in the morning." said Nick before he left. You gave your number and the next morning, as promised, you had a hung over boy called Harry thanking you for looking after him and offering lunch as a thankful gesture.
