One Direction Preference

You two get a bit drunk together

Louis-

"Oooooohhh baby!" Louis drawled as he twirled you around, tripping over your feet as he brought you crashing down to the grass with him. You giggled, rolling ontop of him and kitten licking his nose. He pulled a face, sneezing quickly before licking you back before it broke out into an all out drunken lick-off. Soon enough both your faces were covered in each others saliva.

"Your spit tastes like grapes!" You cheered, pulling your top off as you pushed him off you, running laps quickly around your small backyard. Well, as quickly as you could without hitting anything. He soon followed, attempting to rip his top off before going for a more conservative movement and pulling it over his head, getting it caught a few times on his nose before he finally got it off, stumbling up as he chased after you.

"Why did we take our tops off?" Louis questioned as he caught up to you, "glomping" you as you pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair.

"Because we're all Earth's children and Earth doesn't wear clothes!" You concluded, scrunching up your toes in the wet grass as Louis nodded as if you had just solved an incredibly important issue.

Liam-

Three games of snap in and Liam was sat redhanded -literally- across the table, cradling his cards in his hands as he stared intently at the deck of cards on the table, a "three of diamonds" card flipped up.

"You can't put down a ten though okay? New rules." You slurred, brushing the cards across your arm, imagining them to be butterflies.

"New rules? Okay. Yes.. Okay." He mumbled, laying on his back as he shuffled his own cards as though that was going to help him win. He sat back up , hitting his knees on the low table.

"You can't put down a three either, m'kay? More new rules?" You confirmed, shuffling your cards aswell as you tidied the deck of cards in the middle of the table.

"No three. So I can do a three and a half, but no three?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes roughly before putting down a "four of clubs" and slamming his hand down on the table.

"THREE AND A HALF! I win!" He cheered, standing up to do a victory lap around the living room, falling onto the couch. "I'm okay, I'm bleeding a lil bit but m'okay!" He assured as he flipped his legs into the air, cracking the table as he landed atop it.

Niall-

"Hey Y/N are you watching this show or are you reading your book?" Niall asked, throwing his leg back behind the couch as he strummed his guitar roughly.

"Reading m'book. Shhhh the libriarian will getchu." You mumbled, throwing your book at him as he put his arm out, fending off the book with his guitar. It bounced across the table, knocking over the card tower you and Niall had built while you were still sober. Niall let out an inhumane shriek as he rolled off the couch, pushing all the cards back together.

"S'okay, we can call Harry and get him to glue it back together!" Niall suggested as the cards failed to stand up again.

"Call Liam, he's better at that stuff." You called back, kicking the cards from your seat as you lifted your top up to your neck, patting it to make bellydrums. Niall's mouth hung slack as his head bobbed off beat to the rough rhythm you thumped out.

Harry-

"You're a fuggin light-weight you are." You grinned, sloshing your beer bottle at Harry as you waded over to the side of the pool. He dipped his foot down, feeling for the next step as he clung to the edge. He sat down on the edge of the step, the water floating around his waist as he patted the water around him, content with how far in his was.

"I had one, two, four, five beers. Tha's a lotta acolohic beverages." He counted across his fingers. You nodded slowly, counting that out yourself and agreeing that five did indeed only take up four finger slots.

"Well I've only had like.. Six and m'not even sloshed yet!" You confirmed, biting down on the cool side of the pool as Harry ventured further into the pool. He waded slowly over, a little pale in the cool water.

"That's a big number!" Harry nodded, holding onto your side like a monkey as you began to feel yourself sinking down a bit, detaching your teeth from the side of the pool. You smiled at him as he clenched his teeth, holding onto the back of your bikini for dear life.

Zayn-

"Favourite cebrelity." Zayn read, squinting down at the card before looking up at you.

"'m I allowed to say you?" You contemplated, resting your chin on the deck chair. He nodded, reaching for the instruction booklet but not being able to read the small font and instead making a choppy paper plane and blowing on it before throwing it towards the doorway. It nosedived after a meter as Zayn grinned, proud of himself.

"I blew on it so incase it couldn't fly too well." Zayn nodded and you made a soft 'ah' sound in realisation. Very smart he was.

"Well my favourite celebrity is Harry Styles." You answered, spitting hair out of your mouth as the wind blew. Zayn threw the "22 questions" card at you. You blew him a mock kiss and he pretended to bat it away in disgust as he flipped you the finger, accidentally holding up his index as well as it turned into a peace sign.

"Tha's just rude!" He yelled and you smiled lazily at him as he folded his arms across his chest angrily ignoring you.

A/N all speech mistakes were intentional m'dears, not everyone speaks too clearly whilst drunk.