One Direction Preferences

Drunk

Drunk

He takes care of you

Harry: ”C’mon baby,” he said slipping his arm around your waist. You curled into his chest, hiccuping. He grinned, you were an adorable drunk. You didn’t drink often, but tonight you were out celebrating. They’d just won a massive award and you had one too many glasses of champagne. “Harry, I’m tired,” you said curling into his chest. His hands steered you down the street. The apartment was just a few blocks ahead and he had hoped the cool night air would help sober you up. You were really drunk, more drunk than he’d ever seen you. He was buzzed himself, but if you drank he made sure he stayed sober enough to take care of you. He led you down the street, supporting your weight in his hands. You were singing some song from the club and he grinned, listening to your slurred voice fumble over the words. Your eyes were bright and unfocused as you went, happily bopping along. Damn, you were cute. He finally got inside and you stumbled in, leaning against the couch. He went straight into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and asprin and made you take them both. You were going to have a wicked hang over in the morning and he felt sorry for you. “Bed time, baby,” he said softly. You just nodded, letting him lead you upstairs. He slid you out of your dress, swallowing thickly when he saw the small scrap of lace covering you. “Jesus,” he muttered, praying for patience. “I wore this for you,” you giggled, your fingers running along the top of your bra. “Do you like it?” Your eyes got darker, your tongue darting out to wet your lip. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, his pants tightening. “Sleep though, you’re way too drunk.” You pouted, climbing into bed. Harry knew he couldn’t sleep next to you as long as you wearing that. He took a shirt of his out of his drawer and slipped it over your head and crawled into bed beside you. Immediately, you curled into his arms yawning. “Sleep, precious girl,” he said gliding his lips over your forehead. You were asleep before you could respond.

Niall: "Dance with me!" You shouted over the noise. That last shot was not a good idea. Your mind was clouded, everything around you blurring slightly along the edges. Niall drained the last of his beer, standing unsteadily to his feet. It was Friday night and everyone was out. Even Zayn, who hated to dance, was on the floor bumping his way along. Niall made his way over to you, his eyes unfocused as he wrapped you in his arms. You danced for a bit but Jesus, you felt sick. “I don’t feel good,” you yelled over the music. You saw Niall’s eyes clear briefly, enough to figure out what was going on and he nodded. He disappeared, grabbing both your jackets. “Let’s get you home, Harry know’s we’ve gone.” You let him lead you outside, your stomach rolling with every step. Why oh why did you let Liam buy you that shot of tequila? Oh right, he’d dared you and you were too stubborn to walk away from a dare. As always. Now you were paying for it. “You gunna make it?” He asked, picking up his step. You just nodded, your fingers tightening around his. “Hang on, princess,” he muttered, shoving the key into the lock. You bolted straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. “Let me in,” he hollered, banging so hard the door shook in the frame. You emptied your stomach into the bowl, full of self loathing. “Go away!” You moaned. “Think I won’t break down this door,” he threatened. He would too, you knew that. Niall, when it came to you, was nothing but a worrier. It pleased you though, how much he cared. Once your stomach settled you unlocked the door. He was leaning against the wall, his massive arms folded across his chest. “You okay?” he asked, eyes full of concern. “Bed,” you managed moving past him. He followed behind, Tylenol and water in hand. You swallowed the pills dutifully and slid into bed, your head weighing a ton. “Never again.” He laughed, climbing into bed beside you. “I’m here, I’ve got you.” He kissed your forehead, his own head swimming just a bit. You needed him which meant whatever he was feeling he would put aside, you came first.