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Drunk Calls (Part 1)

Drunk Calls - Part 1 (Requested By Eddievedder69)

Ashton:

It was Luke's birthday, and your friend Ashton, who was meant to stay sober for them all, had failed miserably. Your phone rang at 10:56PM. Groaning, you pushed your laptop aside and reached for your phone buzzing on your bedside table. You answered and pulled the phone away from your ear immediately, as Ashton was yelling loudly to you over the blaring music. "Babe!" You heard him say clearly. "Having fun?" You laughed. "No, wish you were here," he drawled. "Want you here," he repeated with a giggle. You groaned, "Ashton, are you drunk?" You sat up, already moving towards your closet for a coat. "Hammered," he hiccuped. You sighed, "Moron, you're meant to look after them, is Luke okay?" It didn't take long for you to be out your door and heading to your car. "I don't even," he trailed off. "Idiot," you muttered. He hiccuped again, "feisty," he laughed. "Ashton," you warned him, putting on your seatbelt. "Like it when you say my name like that," he mumbled. You sighed in exasperation and put the phone on speaker as you drove. "Stay on the phone, and try to find Luke," you ordered. "Yes, ma'am."

Calum:

You were home sick, and couldn't make it to the small party on your block tonight. Your friend Calum was more than disappointed, and felt alone and bored at the party without you. You almost didn't answer your phone when it rung, but somehow managed to pick up with your eyes closed, lazily placing it over your ear. "Mm," you grumbled. "Hey, baby girl," he giggled. "Calum?" You asked in a nasally voice. "It's me," he continued to giggle. "A very drunk you, I'm guessing," you replied bluntly. He giggled again. "Why'd you call?" You asked, sitting up and holding the phone to your ear. "Wanna hear your voice, baby," "stop calling me baby," you mumbled. "But you're my baby!" He whined. "Do I really have to walk over there in my pink bathrobe and bunny slippers to get you?" You asked, your head throbbing from sitting up so quickly. He giggled again, "so cute, baby," you almost heard his smirk. "Coming," you gave in and shuffled reluctantly into the cold night. "Can't wait. I never wanted to be here, wanted to snuggle with you all night instead and just-" he cut himself off with a giggle. "On my way, Cal," you couldn't help but smile as you hung up the phone.

Luke:

You'd always been suspicious of your best friend's best friends. Of course they were crazy fun to hang out with, but you somehow always ended up playing babysitter. You realised these guys were anything but responsible, but you'd never expect them to try and get Luke drunk for fun. They couldn't contain their laughter as an extremely tipsy Luke reached for his phone saying he needed to speak to you. "Luke? What's up?" You picked your phone up on the first ring. "Hi cutie," he mumbled, hearing the guys failing to hold their laughter in the background. "Oh Luke, what have they done?" you laughed. "Nothing, just wanna talk," he replied. "About?" You heard him chuckle. "How pretty you are," he answered, and you swore you heard Michael fall to the ground in laughter. "How much did you drink?" You asked. "Like, fourteen," he replied seriously, making you laugh. "Fourteen what?" you couldn't help but laugh yourself. "Does it matter? Still wanna kiss you," he drawled. "Luke, you're drunk," you tried to tell him. "Drunk on your love," he sang, and you burst out laughing. "What's so funny, honey?" He whined. "You, I'm coming over," you decided. You heard him gasp. "So then I can kiss your pretty lips and feel your pretty hair and I can cuddle you in this blanket and you can cuddle me back and-" "yes Luke, of course," you cut off his rambling. "Let me finish!" he ordered. "Wanna tell you I love you," he added. "Love you too," you replied quickly. "Really?" He asked hopefully. "Not just normal love I mean love-love," he clarified. You bit your lip, "I'll talk to you when I get there." You heard him sigh, "you really are pretty, and I really do love you."

Michael:

"Why aren't you here, sexy?" You heard a raspy voice ask over the phone. "Michael, is that you?" You asked unsurely. "Sure is," he laughed. Michael was your adorable and awkward best friend, so hearing him call you that was a little bit of a shock. "Where are you?" You asked quickly, hearing music and voices in the background. "I don't even know, but I wanna be with you," he said sweetly. "Who's with you?" You heard him drink some more. "Wanna take you," he mumbled. "Make you feel good." Your eyes widened, and chuckling nervously, you started pacing around your room. "You what?" You asked, secretly just wanting to hear him say it again. "Said I wanna make you feel good, wanna feel you under m-" "Okay!" You cut him off quickly. "Michael, do you want me to pick you up?" You asked. "Hell yes. You don't know how bad I want you right now," he murmured. "M-Michael," you stammered, "I need you to tell me where you are, so I can pick you up," you demanded. "Mm," you heard him try to remember. "Beta," he answered, and you grabbed your car keys. You gulped, nervous of what was soon to occur. "You can stay at my place, you need to sleep," you told him. He chuckled, "only if I'm the big spoon, and-" he giggled. "Coming to get you, meet me outside," you told him. "Mm," his voice was raspy again. "Can't wait to have my hands all over you, kitten."

A/N: this was too fun to write. LOVE YOU ALL I GIVE YOU COOKIES