One Direction Preferences

16. You're Drunk and He Takes Care Of You

Harry: When it came to (Y/N) and drinking, it would definitely surprise people. Some women typically get intoxicated and run off to do God knows what. But when my girlfriend was drunk, she was the most interesting person in the world. “Harry, I love you!” (Y/N) exclaimed, bouncing towards me excitedly. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her steady. “And I love you as well,” I replied, pecking her lips softly. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist in a tight hug, cutting my oxygen off for a bit. I let out a breathless laugh when she released me. “You’re so cute!” she cooed, pinching my cheek between her index finger and thumb. “You need to lay off the alcohol,” I replied with a laugh, trying to pry the bottle out of her grasp. “Hey!” (Y/N) protested when I finished the rest of it for her, setting the bottle on the counter behind me. “Stop drinking, okay?” I ordered softly, placing my hands on either side of her face and watching in amusement as she reacted like a small child that had just been scolded. “Alright…” (Y/N) replied, looking down. “I’m not mad at you,” I said, reaching down to hold her hips softly. “You’re not?” she asked with a hopeful smile. I grinned back at her, shaking my head and leaning in to give her another peck on the lips before she ran off to go talk to other people, telling them that her “meanie of a boyfriend” won’t let her drink anymore. 

Liam: “You’re lucky I can handle squirming objects,” I said as (Y/N) giggled and twisted around in my arms while I carried her up the stairs to our bedroom. “I’m flying! Like Superman!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. I laughed at her drunken talk and laid her out gently on our bed. She sprung up quickly and knocked her head with my own. “Ouch,” we both groaned, rubbing our head simultaneously. “You need to sleep,” I said, walking towards our dresser to get her pajamas. “But I don’t want to sleep!” she protested. “Oh? Then what would you like to do?” I asked amusedly, turning to where she was perched on the bed. “I want to play Twister… naked Twister,” she said in a suggestive tone. I laughed at her facial expression and grabbed her nightgown, walking over to her so I could help her change. “Let the games begin!” she said happily, laying back on the bed and waiting for me to join her. I smiled and rolled my eyes at how intoxicated she was before peeling off her clothes that we had gone to the bar with and changing her into her nightgown. “You know (Y/N),” I began, pulling my shirt over my head and my jeans off my waist so I could join her in bed. “Maybe you should drink a little less next time…” I trailed off, smiling when I realized that she was sleeping soundly. 

Louis: “Will you guys shut up already?” Niall yelled and (Y/N) and I. I laughed at his annoyed face and turned back towards my girl. She was beyond drunk and began to yell vulgar things and although I hadn’t been drinking, I wanted to join in too. When (Y/N) began to stand up, my protective side whipped out. “Babe, come here, you need to stay here and relax,” I said, pulling her back into the seat she was sitting in. “But I want to go home…” she slurred, giving me the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. I gave her a smile and kissed the tip of her nose, “Okay we’ll go home,” I promised before turning to the rest of the guys. “We’re going to head out… see you all tomorrow?” I asked the rest of the boys. They all agreed and I held (Y/N) as she stumbled out of the pub alongside me. The ride home was interesting; (Y/N) turned the radio on and began to sing the songs loudly, but after the second song, she passed out. When I pulled into our driveway, I pulled her out of the passenger seat carefully and carried her to bed. I smiled at the way she had positioned herself after I’d laid her down; her hands were placed under the side of her head as if she were a small child and she had the slight hint of a smile lingering on her lips. It seemed that no matter what she did, she always was adorable to me. 

Niall: I was at the pub with (Y/N) and for once in my life, I wasn’t drinking while I was here; the reason being because (Y/N) was getting absolutely bombed. Although the bottles had tempted me, I had to remind myself that I needed to protect my girl and keep her no more than five feet away from me. “Niall, I feel funny. Can we go home, please?” (Y/N) asked from beside me, using a childish tone. The tone in her voice was always an indicator of how drunk she was. “Of course, darling, let’s go,” I replied, holding her carefully as she stumbled beside me out of the pub. When we got back home, (Y/N) looked like she was in pain and my protective instinct kicked in. “Babe, are you alright?” I asked worriedly after pulling my shirt over my head. She shook her head before darting into our bathroom. I sighed sympathetically after realizing what was wrong with her. I walked into the bathroom and held her hair back, waiting for her to finish. “I’m sorry Niall,” (Y/N) said, her voice slurred with a mixture of being tired and drunk. “You don’t need to worry about a thing, sit here,” I instructed gently, flushing the toilet before putting the seat down and making her sit on it. I ran a washcloth under cold water and wrung it out before placing it on her forehead, alternating it between there and the back of her neck. When she felt better, I prepared her toothbrush for her and waited for her to finish brushing her teeth, helping her up when she needed to spit. “Thank you so much Niall,” (Y/N) said, nearly collapsing in my arms from being so tired. I smiled and kissed the side of her head, “You’re welcome,” I replied before carrying her to lie on the bed. 

Zayn: (Y/N) had never been much of a drinker, so she surprised me on New Year’s Eve when she drank three beers in fifteen minutes. “Zayn, it’s almost a new year!” (Y/N) shouted excitedly, stumbling into my arms. I laughed at the drunken state she was in and counted down the New Year with her. After the excitement had worn down, (Y/N) asked if we could go home. “I can’t take of my skirt!” (Y/N) complained as I was brushing my teeth in our bathroom. I finished and watched her from the doorway of the bathroom in amusement. When she attempted to pull her skirt down, she fell forward onto our bed. I chuckled and walked over to assist her. “Come here,” I said, pulling her body up and pulling her skirt from around her hips off carefully, pulling her blouse off afterwards. “Thanks Zaynie,” (Y/N) slurred tiredly, crawling underneath the covers. I chuckled at the amount of vulnerability she obtained while she was intoxicated. “Good night (Y/N),” I replied as her breathing steadied and I climbed in bed beside her.