One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#183. He's Drunk

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He's Drunk...

Harry: You and Harry both stroll out of Cargo, your personal favorite London nightclub. The stars are out and the night air is chilly against your bare shoulders. Hands grab at Harry and tug at your hair. You manage to drag a stumbling Harry into the cab Paul had called for the both of you. Normally, when Harry is drunk, he repeatedly runs his tongue over his teeth. He does not stop, and telling by that, and his swaying body, he is definitely drunk. “Are we going home?” He mumbles numbly. You shut the door, cutting off the crowd. “Yes, babe. We’re on our way home.” You tell the driver your address. “But I want to party..,” He whines. You rub his arm, in a soothing manner. “Sorry, Harry, but you’ve reached your party limit for the night.” He pouts, but rests his head on your shoulder. When the cab driver shows up in front of your hotel, Harry is snoring on your shoulder. You were very thankful Paul was there to help you carry him back into your room!

Liam: Liam didn’t drink very often, but when he did, it was like he had drank pints after pints. But he had only had a few beers, and he was tripping over his own feet. As soon as you were both in the limo, he was very suggestive. His hands groped your thighs, and pulled at the hem of your dress. You would ignore it, but the rest of the boys and their girlfriends were in the limo as well…who knew how to handle their alcohol. “Liam, not right now, ok?” You whispered, grasping his hands. He ducked his head down and sloppily kissed your neck. Louis whistled loudly, and clapped his hands. “Couldn’t wait till’ you got home, eh?” You frantically shook your head, but Liam slung his arm around your shoulder. “Y/N will be feeling the ‘Payne’ tonight!”

Niall: "Stop it!" Niall shouted, thrusting his wavering finger in the air at a boy who just looked in your direction. "Look away!" He yelled again. His fist swung around in the air and connected with the boy’s jaw. Although the night club was dark and active, you could see the bigger boy become enraged. "I’m so sorry, please ignore him!" You apologized, pulling Niall quickly across the dance floor, before he was pounded. "Stop looking at her- she’s mine!" He shouted loudly. You placed an arm around his waist and dragged him over to were Louis was- your designated driver. "We need to go home..fast!" You groaned. "Why?" Louis said over the music. "Niall is starting fights!" Louis nodded then grouped everybody together, and lead you all out of the club. Niall stared down every boy who tried to look at you for the rest of the night- even his best friends. 

Louis: You, your boyfriend, and the rest of the clan all sat around your house after partying at Funky Buddha. The weather was bad and nobody really felt like driving far back to their own homes, so you offered a group sleepover. Louis was drunk, and he was all over the place. He looked very lost and confused every time somebody tried to talk to him. “I want to go home, love,” He hiccuped. “We are home, babe,” You giggled. His eyebrows drew together and he looked around the room. “Oh right.” His eyelids were droopy and his eyes were extremely unfocused. He laid his head on your chest and played with your hair. “I can’t really make anything out at the moment,” His voice was hazy and low, “but you are very pretty!” Even drunk, Louis managed to make you feel good about yourself.

Zayn: "Don’t touch me," Zayn growled, shoving your hands off of him. You ignored him though, rewrapping your hands around his waist. You, Zayn and Harry were all walking back to the hotel the boys were staying at. Luckily, sober Harry knew his way around the foreign country. "Stop!" He shouted at you. "I have a girlfriend," He slurred, "her name is Perrie!" You sucked in a breath and gave up on trying to stable your boyfriend. Harry winced, and put a hand on the small of your back. "Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He doesn’t know anything that’s going on right now." Even though you knew Zayn was drunk, it was the wrong thing to say. All three of you awkwardly stood in the rising elevator, and you awaited the chime. When the doors parted, you dashed out and went the opposite way of your room. "Where are you going, Y/N? Your room is this way!" Harry questioned. "I’m gonna stay with Niall for the night. Good luck with Zayn," You huffed.