One Direction Dirty Imagines

Drunk

you were laying in bed  fidgiting with the bed covers, chewing on your 

bottom lip nervously. liam and the boys had gone out to celebrate tonight 

and you knew they would probably have a few drinks. most of the fans think 

liam doesnt drink alcohol because he only has one kidney...but theres also 

another reason; a reason that no one, not even the directioners know about; 

liam is an aggresive drunk, his not the same cute liam everyone loves he 

becomes cruel and abusive and heartless. you sigh as you graze a finger 

over the scar on your left arm, memories of that fight still haunt you, he was 

drunk and apologised right away, he always does but he'l just do it again 

every time he has drink. 

you hear a loud thud from the direction of the door, snapping you out of your 

thoughts. your hearts starts pacing 5 times faster and your palms start to 

become damp. you slowly climb out of bed and shakily make your way 

towards the front door. 

when you enter the living room you see him leaning against wall with his 

eyes closed. you hesitate for a second on whether to just leave him or make 

sure his okay, after a few minutes of debating with yourself you finally make 

the stupid desicion to communicate with him. 

"l-liam" you silently curse yourself for stuttering, if he can sense fear from 

you he only gets worse. his eyes snap open and slighty squint as his eye roll 

over your body. suddenly you realise wearing nothing but one of his baggy 

shirts along with some booty shorts was not a good idea. his lips curve up 

into a devilish smirk as his eyes take in every  piece of your exposed skin. 

your eyes finally meet his and  he hungry licked his lips 

"come here" his voice is slurred but still hard and demanding. 

"liam please just go take a shower, you'l feel better then we can talk" you try 

to plead with him but its no use, his eyes only grow more furious and he 

starts stomping towards you. 

he reaches out a grabs the back of your hair pulling you towards him so that 

your body is now glued against his. you winced and tried to jerk your body 

away from him but it only caused him to pull harder "dont.tell.me.what.to.do" 

he growls, the scent of alcohol leaking from his lips. you can almost feel 

every strand of hair plucking out of your scalp. your hands that were resting 

against your thighs now start shaking furiously, your whole body trembles in 

fear and tears stream from your eyes "l-liam, your h-hurting me" you manage 

to choke out. 

the dark cloud of anger suddenly disapears from his eyes as they widen with 

shock. he drops you and takes a few steps back, tears welling up in his