Zianourrys one shots

#OHNONIALL

There are times where Niall can get clingy. Yes They all do really, but he gets them badly, mostly from hate, which is getting better. During these days, Niall steals the others clothes. He doesn't even wear his own underwear. It's quite cute actually. Until it's not because he's clingy.

He woke up to an empty bed. He figured the boys were in the bathroom, getting ready for the day even though they aren't going anywhere. His stomach area hurt at bit but didn't think much of it. He shrugged and went to the dresser and pulled out some clothes, not even noticing they aren't his.

He has Louis' underwear, Zayn's sweatpants, Harry's socks, and Liam's hoodie. He swims in there clothes. It was really adorable. His hair was still bed head and he wasn't planning on changing that.

Niall walked to the bathroom finding it empty and brushed his teeth. Spitting out the paste, he rinsed his mouth and quickly did his hair. Sitting on the toilet he breaths.

He got a cramp. When the cramp passed, he did his business and walked out of the bathroom. He didn't take notes in the pain in his lower right abdomen.

He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen downstairs. "EVERYBODY SHOTS! SHOTS! SH-SH-SHOT!" Louis and Zayn were doing shots of syrup and Liam was yelling to vine. Harry, on the other hand, was trying to make them stop because, and I quote, "Those are for the pancakes! Not your shots!"

Niall whimpers at the volume of they boys' cheers. To make them shut up, he says something. "The choncé you will be able to do that with real shots, is low. So stop showing off." And sat down at the counter and picked at some eggs that Harry sat in front of him.

Zayn and Louis gasped with hurt. "We could totally do that with vodka!" It was only 9am and Zouis got some vodka and poured some into the shot glass. Raising an eyebrow, Liam grabbed the vodka bottle and glasses.

"Not at this hour. Maybe later. Maybe." Liam laughed with the two pouted. "Guys, it's 9am. No." Liam gave them a pointed look.

"Fiiiinnne. But, I am so going to do it later." Louis mumbled and sat down next to Zayn. Niall whimpers knowing that, of he does, he is going to be loud later. He rubbed his stomach feeling another painful cramp. Liam noticed and look over at him. "What's up?" He whispered.

"Mmm." Is all Liam got. Liam reached over and put his hand on his forehead. "Li, stop. Liam. I am fine. Really." Liam gave him a look, but let it go.

Zayn and Louis were arguing on the other side of Niall. Liam went to his phone, and Harry was still cooking. Niall zones out watching Harry buzz around the kitchen. "Aaaaannnd one for Mr. Potato."

Niall gives him a small smile. "Thanks Haz. You always find a way to make me smile." Harry gave him a big smile at the praise like comment.

"As do you." Harry said back leaning over the island to kiss his cheek. Harry past him the syrup and went back to cooking.

Liam glared at Niall. "Oh so you talk to him but not me?" Niall shrugged and gestures to the pancakes. "Ok fair, but still, kissy." Niall rolled his eyes but kisses Laim's cheek anyway to make him shut up. "I feel special now."

Suddenly, Louis jumped up. "HA! You admit it!" Zayn followed right after him. "You admit I have three more shots then you!"

"No! I never side that! I had three more shots then you. I won that night!" Zayn yelled.

"Bullshit Zen! Bull! I had three more! Ask the damn bartender!"

"No! I won and I don't need to ask the 'damn bartender'!"

Louis gasped. "How dare you mimick me!"

"How dare you mimick me!" Zayn huffed and crossed his arms.