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You And The Boys Wake Up After A Crazy Party

Zayn: "(Y/N), wake up! Wakey wakey!," Louis gently nudges your shoulder and you groggily open your eyes. "Where the hell am I?" you groan, the light burning your eyes. "On top of me!" Zayn exclaims with a laugh, sitting up and keeping his hand on your waist. "That party was wicked," Louis smirks, looking at the mess of empty cups and confetti scattered around his flat. "Wow, good thing I don't remember any of it," you sigh, shaking your head. Your head pounds and you lean back against Zayn's chest. "Lou, what was in that punch?" Louis simply raises his eyebrows in response and nods towards a half-dressed Harry who's leaning on Niall's legs who's leaning on Liam's shoulder. "Should we mess with them?" 

Liam: "That was wild," Liam says sleepily, shaking his head at the mess around the six of you. "Party of the year, seriously," Niall laughs, grabbing a handful pretzels from the half-empty bowl and wincing at the stale taste. "Where is my other shoe?" you laugh, noticing you've only got one heel. "Louis is wearing it!" Liam notices, bursting into laughter at the passed out Doncaster boy lying across the kitchen table. "This is rich," Harry joins the laughter and digs out his phone, snapping a photo and surely making it viral. "Louis and I have the same shoe size, who knew?" you smirk, shaking your head. "How did he get that shoe on? And why?" Zayn asks, raising an eyebrow. "Hell if I know! I can't even remember what happened," Liam muses with surprise. "No wonder I don't drink much. I don't like not remembering things!" Harry walks over and smacks Louis' cheek, startling him awake. "Nice shoe, Princess." 

Niall: "Oh. My. God," Liam gasps, you and the others sleepily joining him at the kitchen table. Harry untagles someone's skinny jeans from his arm with confusion and chucks them at Niall, hitting the Mullingar boy in the butt. "Hey! Those are my pants!" Zayn calls out, snatching up the jeans and quickly putting them over his boxers. "Speaking of pants...anyone seen mine?" Louis asks curiously, raising an eyebrow. "So, what were you OMG'ing about, Liam?" you ask, leaning against Niall's shoulder sleepily as your head throbs from the hangover. "All the pictures from last night are online," he gasps, shaking his head. "Shit," Niall bites back laughter as Liam clicks through the photos, showing pictures of you and Niall licking whipped cream from each other's faces and Zayn tying his pants to Harry's arm and Liam carrying Louis over his shoulder. "I bet the fans are having a field day," you say finally, once the slideshow is done. "I bet one of them has my pants," Louis says with a sigh, still looking for the pants he'd been wearing just hours ago. 

Harry: "What a lovely way to be waken up, minus the pounding headache," you laugh, as a shirtless Harry pulls you to your feet. He smirks and shakes his head, brushing someone's sock from your shoulder. "Figured I'd wake you up first so you can see the remains of last night's wild party," he takes your hand as you all sidestep the empty cups and discarded paper plates. "I found Louis wearing a toga on the balcony," he points out, nodding towards the sliding doors with a laugh. "And Niall is using Zayn as a pillow on the kitchen floor over there. Liam is over there using an empty pizza box as a blanket and, yeah. I woke up to someone's pet cat on my arm. I've yet to figure out whose cat it is." 

Louis: "That was the best freaking party since that one party where I woke up down the street," Louis cheers, giving you a high-five. You rub your head and look at the mess in Niall's flat. What a party! "Oh my God, I think Zayn is dead!" Niall gasps, nudging the Bradford boy with his toe. "What?" You and Louis quickly make your way over to where Zayn in only his boxers and socks is lying face down on the carpet. "I'm sure he's not dead," Liam calls out, tossing a bra from his shoulder with disgust. "Zayn! Wake up! Wake up, princess!" Louis calls out, shaking his shoulders. Zayn moans in response and turns over, shielding his eyes from the light. "Go away," he grumbles, shaking his head. "Thank God," Niall sighs, shaking his head. "Hey...where's Harry?" You and Louis head towards the kitchen to look for him and the others (except for Zayn who's still on the carpet) look in the rest of the flat. "Found him!" Liam shouts, his voice filled with amusement. "He's in Niall's closet!"