One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#66. He's Drunk..

Niall: "Y/N" Niall shouted stumbling through the door causing a ruckus. You traveled through the hallway from the kitchen to go to door. His hair was a mess, blue eyes sparkling, tie in his hand, and shirt tugged out. He looked like a lost puppy, looking around the room, not really knowing what to do. "Again Niall….." you said sighing, even though you weren’t really mad at him. Drunk Niall was the cutest Niall. "Come here" you said opening your arms out, signaling him to come. He mumbled a few things that you couldn’t really understand and then lazily rested his head on your shoulder and you kissed his jaw lightly. You took his hand in yours as he mumbled a few "words" into your shoulder. "How about we get you changed and ready for bed?" you questioned. He didn’t really move so you took that as a yes. One step by one you took him up the stairs carrying all his weight. You sat him on the bed and layed him down, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked confused and dozed out for a few seconds but then in his now thick Irish accent he shouted "I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND LADY." Hysterically laughing about what just happened you explained to Niall that you were his girlfriend. "Oh" he said. Oh Niall………..

Louis: Louis was very emotional and easily offended while drunk even though he was the total opposite sober. This is why you tried not to upset him during his drunken state, but today he was being a bit too much. He came back home drunk a few minutes ago and already getting into too much mischief. You heard the plates clanking and glass cups and immediately ran to the kitchen. Louis was trying to reach for a mug, but during his attempt to get it, a glass cup fell on the floor, and Louis just lost it. He wailed his arms into the air and just slid down to the floor full on sobbing. Concerned, you knelt down to floor level so you could be face to face with him. “Louis, honey, it’s alright we could fix it or get a new one.” You said softly. “All I wanted was a cup of tea, just one cup of tea, and I can’t get one.” He said still sobbing,a shaky voice, cheeks red, and his lip juttered out obviously upset. “It’s ok, I could make you a new cup of tea, clean up this mess and then we could watch a movie, how does that sound?” You said trying to cheer him up. “Ok” he said frowning a bit less. 

Liam: You’ve attempted to have a movie night tonight with a very drunk Liam but it did’t really work out. You just wanted to calm him down because he basically jumping off the walls a few minutes ago. “Liam, sweetheart, aren’t you a bit tired, you’ve had a long day.” You told him, seeing if you could convince him. “No” he said still a bit dozed and loopy. “Ok then…..” you said getting a bit tired. Liam then continued to fumble with his fingers, and shake his leg against the table. But at one point in the movie you noticed Liam’s breaths evening and his eyes droop a little. Quietly, you removed your arm from Liam’s waist, covered him up with the rest of the blanket and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight baby.”

Harry: “Y/N He’s staring at you” Harry said as he glared at the guy across the bar from you two. “It’s ok Harry, lets just walk away, don’t make a big fuss about it.” “But he’s staring at you” Harry said once again. His normal light green eyes changed to a dark, almost frightening, shade of green. “I’m yours Harry, don’t worry, and plus your drunk, you don’t want to get into trouble” “Fine” Harry scoffed, still upset. You took his hand in yours and led him to the door. That’s when the guy across the bar started to whistle. Harry’s hand roughly teared away from yours. “She’s not a dog, stop whistling, don’t you have some respect, you clearly see that’s she has a boyfriend, so piss off !” Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, loud enough for the whole bar to hear, his neck veins exposed. You tried to rub his arm, to soothe him, knowing what was coming next.The guy then chuckled, and that’s when Harry went for a punch, there was a few hits here and there, you couldn’t see much, the bar’s security was trying to get them off each other. Finally Harry was picked up from the floor, blood trickling down his chin and nose, a forming blue, soon to be black, eye, and disheveled hair. You got him to the car, and started to drive right away. He didn’t say a word throughout the whole way home, but when you too got home, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, just so he could cheer up a little, and he would just talk to you on his own terms. 

Zayn: “Hey boo, you home?” Zayn slurred. “In the family room” you yelled back. He lazily trampled through the hallway, to where you were at. “Hi” he said sitting next to you. “Hi Zayn” you said giggling. His head further digged into your neck, resting his head there. “Did I ever tell you that you were pretty” Zayn said looking up with puppy dog eyes and those red lips that you just couldn’t resist. “Did I ever tell you that you were cute ?”  ”A few times actually” “Good” you answered kissing his cheek.