Liam: (His P.O.V.) I laughed as she picked up another one of her bras. She got drunk and started throwing her knickers everywhere, insisting that if the two of us were going to have sex that her knickers would have to match. I knew that there was no way the that we were going to have sex. We had been at a birthday party and she got smashed, the only reason she wanted to go home was to have sex. She passed out before she even got anywhere near me. Now she was cleaning it all up. I was going to clean it without even bothering her, but she insisted on cleaning it herself. “Hey (Y/N),” I said softly, leaned up against our doorway bedroom. She was in one of my button down shirts and socks. She looked beautiful. “I love you.” I smiled. She threw her knickers in a pile and came over to me, wrapping her arms around my stomach. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She laughed, it was muffled by my chest, but I just kissed her head. “Any time, babe.”
Zayn: (His P.O.V.) I was designated for the night. We were at a club with all the lads and their girlfriends. I was sitting with (Y/N). She said she wouldn’t drink, I told her she should, and eventually she had a beer. I had one sip, but that was all. She had about four overtime. It doesn’t seem like much but she was drinking them pretty fast. “Zayn.” She laughed, tugging on my arm. “Can we go home?” She winked, attempting to turn me on. “Yeah, C’mon, let’s get the guys.” I laughed, knowing that she would go nuts if she didn’t get what she wanted. We looked around for a while and we couldn’t find them. We just figured we would go home, figuring they probably left. “Let’s get a pony!” She squealed as soon as we got in. “Hon, we have absolutely no room for a pony.” I laughed, enjoying her creativity. “Look!” She squealed, “He can go right here!” She yelled excited, she threw all the stuff off of the dining room table.
Louis: (His P.O.V.) When (Y/N) gets drunk… she just wants to eat everything in the goddamn house. For example, tonight she has been sitting in one of our cupboards with a packet of crisps, insisting I couldn’t see her. It was quite funny actually. We had some wine with dinner and it turned into two bottles…for her. She has been emotional this week because she’s on her period. She thinks I don’t know…but we share a bathroom. “Wanna have sex?” She asked as I opened the cupboard doors, trying once more to get her out. “I do. But we can’t.” I laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. “Why not?” She asked, and if I didn’t know, I would’ve thought she was completely sober. “Because you’re on your period, and you won’t be very happy with me tomorrow.” I laughed, she just frowned and nodded. “What’s my period?” She asked. Totally seriously too. “Oh, god. You don’t know?” I asked, she just shrugged and grabbed the crisps, going back to the closet.
Niall: (His P.O.V.) (Y/N) is definitely a blackout drunk. She’s not a lightweight at all, but she never remembers anything the next day. I refuse to tell her that she has outdrank me on more than one occasion. Harry once tried to tell her, but she didn’t believe him. It comes as quite an advantage actually. She can say things when she’s drunk, honest things that she would never have the guts to say when she was sober. For example, she told me she loved me first. We were at a pub and she grabbed my arm and made me turn and look at her. “I love you.” She said quietly. I was pretty drunk too, but I did love her. “I love you, too.” I smiled, kissing her softly. The next morning, I told her I loved her and she panicked, saying she loved me a lot too. I just laughed, using this habit of hers, to my advantage.
Harry: (His P.O.V.) She got drunk at her parents house. It was quite funny. We’re married, so I’m quite comfortable with her family. (Y/N) drank definitely the most out of all of us. When she gets drunk, she gets active, as in she wants to do everything. “Yo, (Y/B/N)!” She yelled, her brother gave her a light nod. “Wanna go play naked basketball?” She asked, he just gave her another nod. Her parents just laughed and decided they were going up to bed. “Harry, Wanna play?” (Y/N) asked. I shook my head no, but she made me the ref. It wasn’t too bad, but I have to say it was a little awkward watching her and her brother run around naked together.
