One Direction Preferences

Drunk Marriage in Vegas

Harry: There’s a guy with bright eyes staring at you from across the bar. So far, choosing Vegas as a spring break destination has been less than a stellar idea. However, the guy walking towards you gives you hope that things could turn around… quickly. “Can I buy you a drink?” he questions, leaning against the bar and you turn to find that your sorority sisters have left you alone. “Sure” you tell him, watching as he orders you another vodka-cranberry before ordering another drink for himself. A few hours, you’re both hammered. “You’re so sexy… we should get married, you should be my wife” Harry, you’ve finally exchanged names, slurs and you jump op. “Oh my god, best idea everest!” you giggle, leaning against him as he hails a cab and informs the man to take you to the nearest wedding chapel. You wake the next morning in an unfamiliar bed with an equally unfamiliar arm over your bare stomach and you panic. “Wake up” you demand, shaking the boy beside you… Harry’s his name you remind yourself. “What happened?” he questions, pressing his palms against his eyes to try and relieve the pounding in his head. “I think we fucked up” you whisper, covering yourself with the sheets. “Did we… are we, married?” Harry questions, lifting the sheet to look at you while examining the band on his left hand. “Oh my god” you groan, covering your face with your hands and it’s completely silent. “Is this a wedding certificate?” you question, passing Harry a crumpled piece of paper he carefully pulls apart. “Does this mean I get to kiss you anytime I want?” he teases and you slap him. “Ouch, still hung-over” he complains and you scoff. “I cannot be married, to you or anyone right now. I’m in nursing school and you… you’re Harry Styles!” you rush out in one breath and Harry sets his hands on your shoulders and tells you to breathe. “It’s fine, don’t worry. We’ll take care of this and get it annulled and no one need find out” he assures you, coaxing you into taking several deep breaths. “At least, let me buy you breakfast before we divorce” Harry says with an easy smile before leading you down stairs to the pool.

Liam: Obviously, you were most excited about drinking extensively when Liam informs you there is a concert in Vegas. This naturally gives Liam cause to worry, seeing as you tend to become a stripper once you start drinking and strippers and Vegas seem to go hand in hand. He worries you’ll end up finding a pole and dancing and getting paid… prompting him to beat some ass, thus causing a scandal and really, ain’t nobody got time for that. “Please, for the love of Harry Potter, wear pants tonight” Liam begs, watching as you finish getting ready and you turn to glare at him. “I’m 21 and in Vegas, you’re 21 and in Vegas… ain’t nobody got time for pants” you remind him with a sassy smirk, pulling a tight black dress on and Liam groans. “Besides, my goal is to get you hammered so we can get married… duh” you tease and Liam rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because when I think wedding, Vegas is the most romantic thing that comes to mind” he jokes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe you guys are getting married” Zayn giggles, standing beside Liam as the two of you exchange vows. “I know right… now I get sex all the time” Liam gushes, fist pumping at the thought before he’s pressing his lips to yours to seal the deal. “So… we may or may not have gotten married last night” Liam informs an irate Paul. “What do you mean, may or may not” he demands, turning his angry eyes to you and you shrug. “May… as in, did” you answer truthfully and Liam face palms when Paul has to sit down. “I… can’t even deal with this right now” he tells you, pointing to the door and Liam leads you back to your room. “Well, look at it this way. We just saved a ton of money on a wedding” you offer, ducking when Liam chucks a pillow at you with a chuckle.

Niall: “Are you sure?” you question Niall for the tenth time, holding onto his forearm outside the club and he nods. “Yeah, I’m too hammered to go on… go, have fun” he drunkenly assures you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips while tangling his fingers in your hair to tug you closer. “Who am I going to drunk marry then if you leave?” you pout and Niall chuckles. “Marry Liam, I trust him not to shag you” Niall jokes, nodding his head at his best mate and Harry protests loudly. “Hey… I’d marry her and not shag her!” he assures, waving a finger around before you’re all laughing. “Actually, that’s a lie. I’d probably fuck her right there in the chapel” he chuckles, stumbling over his feet into Eleanor and she staggers under his weight. “Sorry love… hey, can I marry her?” Harry teases, slinging an arm around her shoulders and Louis looks like he’s pondering the offer for a moment. “How about, no one gets married?” Niall says, sliding into the cab and you give him one last gigantic wave before the rest of your group moves onto another club. “So… I don’t remember Andy being on the list of approved drunk marriages” Niall says, scrubbing his hands over his face to try and let it sink in that you got married the night before. “Yeah well… he’s basically Liam and I was, you see there’s hammered and then there’s me, last night” you try to explain and Niall just raises an eyebrow at you. “So, my girlfriend married Simba?” he asks, looking between you and Andy and the rest of the guys take a step back in anticipation of the blowout. “Yeah, look mate… it obviously doesn’t mean anything…” Andy starts but Niall shuts him up with an out stretched finger. “Did you kiss her?” Niall questions, glaring at Andy and he shakes his head. “No… basically, we got married then got in the limo and I passed out” he tries to explain and then Niall’s laughing. “Ok, not funny you asshat. Thanks for caring that I married someone else” you complain, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re actually upset that I’m not mad at you for marrying someone else? What’s the point, it’s not a real marriage. You can get it annulled in no time and we can all move on like this never happened. Besides, everyone knows you’re really my wife” Niall assures, wrapping his arms around you to press a kiss to your jaw until you’re giggling. “So, I shouldn’t change my twitter name to Mrs. Samuels?” you tease, gasping when Niall throws you over his shoulder to bring you back to the bedroom.