5SOS Preferences

He Is Drunk

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Ashton:

He's drunk... and it's funny. He's singing random songs and talking nonsense, making you laugh. Every time he catches your eye he smiles widely and tells you how pretty you are. You had finally gotten him back home, only for him to sit down on the couch. You try to pull him up and make him go to bed, but he pouts his lip and whines that he's already comfortable. After a few more tries you give up and sit next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. It had been a long but very fun night. You were just ready to get in bed and go to sleep.
"Come on Ash, we need to go to bed, it's really late." You say reaching out to grab his hand.
"Fiiiiine" he groans dramatically, standing up with your help. You make your way into the bedroom and sit Ashton on the edge of the bed helping him slip off his shirt. He giggles cutely as you take his pants off and help him under the covers.
"Where are you going???" He sits up and grabs your hand when you turn to walk away.
"To get ready for bed silly" you laugh and peck his lips quickly. He mutters an 'oh' as you walk away. You had just finished wiping your makeup off when you hear Ashton whining.
"Baaaaabe... Y/N?? Hurry uppp." You walk in and cross your arms looking at him.
"Hi" he says quietly, making you crack a smile. As you crawl into bed he lifts his arm, letting you cuddle into his side.
"Y/N...?" He asks quietly. You just hum back for him to reply.
"What if I asked you to marry me?" He asks casually. You lift your head and look at him trying to find out if he's being serious. He peers at you with a hopeful look.
"Well, I'd say yes, of course. Why? Are you proposing? Ashton you're drunk! You can't propose while you're drunk!" You start to panic.
"No no, Y/N.. I'm not proposing.. Not yet, anyways." He smiles at you. "I love you." He whispers.
You smile down at him and lean down, "I love you too, Ashton" you reply, kissing him softly. Long after Ashton had drifted off to sleep, you were still wide awake, a million thoughts running through your mind. Joy surging through your body as you think about marrying him.
You imagine everything in your head. How you would look in your dress, who your bridesmaids would be, seeing Ash at the end of the isle, dressed in a tux, looking extremely handsome with that dazzling smile. And most of all, you imagine spending the rest of your life with him, and nothing had ever made you happier than the thought of being with him forever.

Calum:
He's drunk... and flirty. It was your birthday and you had a huge party at your house. It was around 4 in the morning and Calum had been drinking non-stop since around 11, needless to say, he was drunk off his ass. Everyone else had left already and you were trying to get Calum to bed. You had been pretty good friends with the boys ever since you met them on the set of their music video where you were working. But there was something about the tall, brown eyed boy that made your heart race and your palms sweaty. It was easy to fall for him, he was so down to earth and such a gentleman. He made it hard to hide your feelings too, being so trustworthy and loyal, you felt so comfortable with him.
He was stumbling through your kitchen with a big grin on show. He watched as you cleaned up a little. You pulled him with you towards your room and he wouldn't stop trying to feel you up and laughing every time you slapped his hands away.
"Are you taking me to your bedroom?" He asks with a grin. "Yes Calum, and your going to sleep."
"Are you going to sleep with me?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You just shake your head and giggle at him. After making him sit on the bed you got your sleeping clothes and walked towards the bathroom to change. Of course Calum had made a few remarks about not minding if you changed right there. Walking back into your room, you see Calum already underneath the blankets. You walk over and crawl in next to him, still trying to keep a little bit of distance.
He cuddled closer and wrapped an arm around you. "Um... Cal, are you... Naked?" You ask as you feel his bare legs against yours. It was no secret that he liked to be naked and it definitely wouldn't surprise you if he was now.
"Of course not. I've got socks on." He replies plainly. You feel his breathe against your ear making you shiver.
"Maybe you should take this off" he whispers tugging at your top, "it's a lot more comfortable."
"Calum" you warn and he just chuckles. You just lay there, a million things running through your mind. Calum Hood, the boy you're falling head over heels for, is naked, in your bed, and your not doing anything about it. What the hell? You turn over in his arms and your face is extremely close to his. You hadn't turned off the lamp beside your bed yet so you could see him.
He had his eyes closed but you didn't think he was sleeping yet. You whisper his name a few times and he never responds, so you think maybe he really is asleep. You let your fingers slide along his arm that's still around your waist. You trace his tattoos and spread your hand across his arm, admiring how big his muscles were. Suddenly his grip tightened and he rolled over some, making you roll practically on top of him. Your hand pressed to his chest and you were looking down at his face. His lips were just so close, and it was really hard to restrain from kissing him.
You leaned down and kissed his cheek softly. You felt his face moving and his cheek lift under your lips making your eyes widen and look at him. He's smiling but his eyes are closed still. He starts mumbling in his sleep, making weird humming noises. You couldn't tell what he was saying but it sounded a lot like your name.
After a few minutes he got quiet, so you laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes. When you were almost asleep he started mumbling again. This time it was clearer, and his words made your heart leap.
"I, love... I love you Y/N... I.." He pulled you closer to him and let out a heavy sigh.
What did he mean? Did he mean 'I love you' in a best friend way, or did he mean 'I love you' as in he's IN love with you.
"I love you too, Calum." You whisper as you let your eyes fall closed once more. You hang on to this moment with him, knowing that by the time he wakes up, he won't remember any of it.

Michael:
He's drunk... and you're angry, because he promised he wouldn't drink to much. And now, 2 hours after he promised you he'd take you home in a few minutes, you're still at the party. He's playing beer pong as you sit quietly in the corner, just waiting for him to be ready to leave.
You hadn't been dating long, just a few weeks. You've been out with him a lot though, the more time you spent with him the more you wanted to be with him all of the time. This was the first time he had done anything to make you think twice about having a relationship with him.
After another half hour, you were nearly falling asleep in your chair. You look around and notice that Michael is no longer where he had been. You get up and walk over to the guys that were standing around asking where Mike had gone to.
"Oh uh, I think he went home.." One of the guys said looking at you apologetically. Your heart dropped. Drunk or not he shouldn't have just left you all alone at a party full of his friends who you barely know.
You nod at him and say goodbye, turning down his offer to give you a ride home. You walk outside and call your friend who lives a few blocks away. While waiting on her you hear a few guys talking and what they say just makes your night even worse.
"Did you guys see who Michael went home with?" One boy asked only to continue before anyone could answer, "Madison Davis, that hot blonde that was wearing the pink dress!" Tears built up in your eyes as they continued talking about Michael and the girl. How could he do this? He seemed like such a good guy.
Your friend pulled up and you walked out to the car, every step made you more angry though. You were thinking about how sweet he had been when asking you to go to this party with him. How you had asked him to go home and he told you to wait, while when he got ready to leave he just grabbed some girl and left you there.
You went to sleep that night thinking about what could've been. How happy you may have been if Michael hadn't screwed up. Maybe you'd even be letting him sleep at your place to take care of him in his drunken state. But now, everything was ruined, all because he got drunk and made stupid mistakes.

Luke:
He's drunk... and so are you. You two were home alone, your parents away for the holidays and Luke keeping you company. You found a bottle of tequila in a cabinet next to the stove and thought it would be fun to get a little tipsy. You had way over done it though. You were sitting in the middle of the floor, giggling at anything and everything. Luke was laughing with you, talking about random things and telling stories.
You continued giggling about whatever he was saying and noticed he had stopped talking and was just staring at you with a smile on his face. You scooted over and pecked him on the lips making his smile grow even bigger. "What was that for?" He asks brushing your hair back.
"Because you're really cute and really funny and I'm reeeeeally drunk" you laughed. He chuckled at you and leaned in again. Before his lips could find yours you scooted away. He frowned in confusion as you stood up.
You quickly find your iPod and place it on the dock. A song by The Weeknd begins to play, and you walk over to Luke. He bites his lip as you crawl into his lap. He leans in to kiss you again but instead your lips meet the side of his mouth for only a second before going to his jaw. His hands, that are placed on your thighs, tighten and he pulls you closer. Your hands slide under his shirt and he pushes you back before sliding it off. He tries to kiss you once again only for you to pull back with a smirk. He groans and grips your hips. You slowly start unbuttoning your shirt, knowing how impatient he is.
On the third button he grabs the end of your shirt on each side and rips it, sending buttons flying everywhere. You gasp as he wraps an arm around your waist and swiftly pulls you as close as possible, your chest pressed against his. Not even you could handle teasing any longer, finally pressing your lips to his feverishly. You could feel him smirk into the kiss, knowing he had won.