One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Hangover

You're hungover.
Liam: "I told you not to drink that much last night." He scolded, sitting next to you on the bed nevertheless. "Yes, father." You groaned, rolling over and stuffing your face in your pillow. You thought he might leave but his fingers found your hair and your head was seemingly no longer pounding as he weaved his fingers through the tendrils. "Sorry." He muttered, "You had every right to drink and I shouldn't pester you when I've been in your situation plenty of times." He sighed and although you didn't expect such an apology, you still saw it coming with Liam. "Thank you." You sighed and he nodded once, kissing your head before he went off to get you some water.
Zayn: "Will you make me food." He groaned and for a second you almost got up to start on your breakfast. But then you began to recall the events that had taken place the night before and the pulsing in your head was a severe reminder. "Fuck no." You groaned in reply. You thought about asking him to get you some water or something but then you recalled him being more drunk than you had been. "So what do we do?" He asked quietly, his voice croaking as he spoke. "I'll get some water for us." You spoke, walking over towards the bathroom, trying to ignore the pain. "You're the best and I fucking love you." He huffed when you came back with three or four pills and a big glass of water for both of you. "I know." You smiled, lying back down next to him.
Louis: "Wanker." He sighed under his breath as he noticed you hunched over the toilet. "You were asleep when I left the room like five minutes ago." He mumbled, taking all your hair in one hand and rubbing your back with the other. "What happened last night?" You croaked, re-straightening your back and leaning into his chest for support. "You went to that Mowgli's concert with your sister, and you got home around six." He nodded along with his story, recollecting all the events of the night. "I think someone slipped you M or something because you fucking lost it." "Oh God." You groaned, running your hands over your hands over your face before he helped you to a stand. "Why do I look like a clown?" You gasped, eye makeup and lipstick littering your face. "I told you, you were on something, crying because you couldn't find me even though I was right in front of you." "Fuck, I'm sorry." You frowned. "No, you're okay. I'm just coming to the next concert with you."
Niall: "Morning, pretty." You smiled, poking his cheek a couple times until he stirred awake. "Hello, lovely. Don't you have a headache?" He asked quietly, skeptically studying your face. "No." You stated, shrugging. "Go back to bed, you need to sleep off this alcohol." He moaned, when you got up and out of the bed. "I slept already." You giggled, skipping over to the kitchen to grab a beer. "(Y/NNN)." He whined, reluctantly following behind you. "You," He stated firmly, taking the beer from your hands and taking a sip. "Need to sleep. You fell asleep like forty minutes ago, it's hardly even four and you need your rest or you'll be a pain in the ass tomorrow." He groaned with a smile, taking your hand and leading you back to your room. "Hmm, I didn't know you were into that." You laughed and giggled even harder when he realised what he said and what you were implying.
Harry: "I've got you everything." He said as soon as you opened your eyes. "I've got all kinds of food and Ibuprofen and tampons and everything and-" "Harry, you've got me confused here. I'm not on my period, I have a hangover. All I want to do is get up and puke my guts out and then come back to bed and sleep for the remainder of the day." You sighed, mustering up all the power in your body. You frowned when his face fell. "But I love you for getting these things for me, and I promise that we will save all these things for the next time I'm on mine and we'll use them, okay?" You asked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I love you." You smiled and his smile finally creeped back. "I love you."