Drunk [Ziall Short Story]

Drunk [Ziall FanFic]

***Zayn POV***

"Guys, I'm so boooooored!" Harry whined, rolling from the couch onto the floor with a thump. We all rolled our eyes at the him, avoiding his floppy limbs.

"Then go find something to do," Liam said, picking up his jacket. "I'm going to Andy's, see you later." He stepped out of the door with a wave. It left me, Louis, Harry and Niall in the living room, lazing around doing nothing.

"But there's nothing to doooo!" Harry complained, like a little child, rolling like a log until he hit mine and Louis' legs, as we were sitting on the couch. Louis snapped his fingers and I imagined a light bulb flashing over his head.

"Aha! An idea has come forth into my mind!" He stated poshly. I snorted.

"No." Niall, Harry and I said simultaneously, opposed to whatever plan Louis had this time. He pouted, folding his arms across his chest.

"I was just going to say we should go clubbing!" He suggested, cheeks puffed out dramatically. We all considered this for a moment.

"That sounds like fun!" Harry exclaimed eventually, leaping up and dancing around like he was already in the club. I rolled my eyes. Of course he would agree with Louis.

"You only think it sounds like fun because Louis suggested it." I said with a light chuckle, grinning at him. He gave me a crooked smile, winking.

"Alright, I'll go. You in, Zayn?" I heard Niall say in his adorable voice.

The voice I found incredibly sexy.

"Eh, not really feeling it tonight." I responded with a yawn.

But really, I just wasn't up to seeing Niall looking extra hot when I already have to see him looking perfect right now.

Just kidding, I would love to see Niall looking extra hot.

I'm always up for a hot Niall.

And he's always hot.

So I'm always up for him.

Pull yourself together man.

"Aww, come on!" Niall protested, his soft lips pouting out adorably.

Zayn, do not drool.

We need to keep this little affection to ourselves.

Okay, a lot affection.

"We need a designated driver!" Louis cried out, catapulting himself onto my lap, looking at me with big, grayish blue eyes, pleading with me. I rolled my own eyes again and sighed.

"Fine." I mumbled, giving up.

"Yay!" All of the boys threw themselves at me, tackling me in a group hug. I didn't mind it, but once someones elbow started poking me where the sun don't shine, I had to put a stop to it.

"Alright, alright, get off." I chuckled, shoving them off and onto the floor. They all scrambled up, running to get changed. I watched as Niall was already tugging off his blue polo, and I saw the lovely contours of back muscle jump in the movement.

Sweet mama.

That boy is fiiiine.

***

The bass of the music in the club pounded through my body, making the floor bounce along with all the people dancing on it. I sighed, taking a sip of my water at the bar. I spied Harry and Niall dancing on the floor, surrounded by the huge, loud, sweaty crowd. Louis appeared and sat down beside me, laughing and holding onto his girlfriend Eleanor. He asked the bartender for a shot of vodka, then turned to me with a goofy smile on his face.