One Direction Preferences

You're/He's Drunk

(T)

Liam:
There was something about the last shot you just took that did not settle well in your stomach. You clutched your stomach, leaving the table without words and running into your bathroom. Your glad your ran because you just made it to the toilet, emptying the contents of your stomach. Letting out a loud groan, you struggled to stand, only to plop down on the side of the tub. With a tired sigh, you wiped your mouth from any vomit on your lips. "Y/N you alright in there?" Liam knocked at the door. "Yeah, Li just give me a minute." You hiccuped, standing and giving your teeth a quick brush. When you opened the door, Liam furrowed his eyebrows at you and smirked, "Sorry babe, shouldn't have dared you to take that last shot." You pushed past him, "We both know I would have take it any way. Plus, I never back down from a dare." You turned, winking at him then walking to the kitchen.

Zayn:
When Zayn is drunk, he becomes this entirely different person. Usually he keeps to himself, but tonight he became his alter ego. You would always joke with him, saying that he needed a different name during those times. Right now, he was playing beer pong with his cousins while you sat in the living room, you wouldn't believe it but the loudest voice in the room was him, yelling as one of his balls missed the cup. At one point he was so intoxicated he through his body onto the table to stop the ball from going into one of his cups. The cups fell over, spilling the liquid all over the table and onto the floor. You jumped at to the noise, running into the room and seeing what was going on. You laughed for a moment, then went to get paper towels, it was like you were taking care of a 4 year old.

Louis:
It was 2 am and you stumbled through the door, "Louis!" You called through the house, forgetting just what time it was. Louis emerged from the kitchen, "I'm guessing you had a fun night." A sly smile spread across your face, "I did! But I missed you." You poured your lip, walking toward him and sluggishly throwing your arms around his neck. "You don't have any idea what time it is do you?" "No! Why? Is it morning?" He laughed at your drunken state. "No love, not morning. Just late. C'mon let's get you to bed." He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you walk to the bedroom. "But I don't think I'm tired." You told him with a yawn as you plopped down on the bed. You slipped out of your dress and laid back in bed. "Sure you aren't babe." He laughed to himself watching your eyes close and you snuggle up in the covers.

Niall:
"Now ketchup!" Your head shot over to Niall at the bar. Everyone around him was laughing and you couldn't help but join in, although you were pretty sure he nor the people around him knew what he was talking about. Usually you could tell when it was going to be a rough morning, him waking up with a headache and such. Sometimes he got lucky and just slept it off. You finished your conversation and made your way over to the bar, joining Niall and the rest of his friends. "You sure look like your having fun." You remarked with a smile on his face. "Yes," he took another ship of his drink, "I'm havin' loads of it!" He screamed the last part and everyone around busy into laughter. Niall sure knew how to be the light of the party.

Harry:
"Harry stop." You pushed your highly intoxicated boyfriend off of you. "But Y/N! I just want to touch you." He purred into your ear, biting his lip. A part of you wanted to giggle along with him, but the other part needed to play grown-up for the time being. "Harry just wait until we got home." You groaned, nudging him to the other side of the back seat. Harry huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and slumped in his chair. You didn't pay any more attention to him, knowing that even the slightest glance would get him riled up. The rest of the way home was silent and by the time you arrived there you looked over at Harry, about to ask him if he had the keys when you noticed he was fast asleep.