Harry: "Are you sure you'll be alright here... alone?" You question again, turning from your vanity. Harry lies on your bed, leg bent and foot flat against the mattress while reading a worn copy of The Picture of Dorian Grey. He looks up from the passage he's reading, letting the book rest against his chest and he gives you an assured smile. "I'll be fine love," he chuckles, glancing back to the pages of his book with a grin, "besides, I don't want to interrupt what Eleanor calls 'The most epic bitch night of the year'" he finishes and you grin. "Well, don't be surprised when I come home shit faced," you warn and Harry shakes his head, finger pushing another page passed and his eyes scan the first passage on the new page. "I'll have the trashcan ready, shall I?" He teased, groaning when the hairbrush you'd tossed makes contact with his forehead. "Yes," you say simply, red lips pulling into a bright smile before you jump on the bed and crawl overtop him. "Don't start something you won't finish," Harry half teases, half begs of you. You pull the book from the grasp of his long fingers, leaning closer to him as you let the old book drop to the hardwood floors of your bedroom. "Never, especially not when my boyfriend is so hot," you whisper against his lips, letting the lips you'd painted red linger over his as your minty breath puffed against his softly. "Tease," Harry groaned in annoyance once you'd pulled away without kissing him and you shrug playfully. "See you later," you say with a wave of your fingers before you leave the apartment. Four hours later, you've completely forgotten your name. "I... fuck me," you groan, slamming another tequila shot back and Eleanor grins drunkenly while clapping her hands sloppily. You're both out on the dance floor, your friends surrounding you as everyone dances to the beat of the music blaring in the club. Eleanor is behind you, hips moving with yours with her hands above her head and drunkenly singing along to the song, which means she's mostly slurring the words. It's the funniest thing you've ever heard. There's a man in front of you, hands finding your hips and pulling you along through the sea of grinding bodies and you stumble behind him. "Oi, hands off!" You stammer, swaying on the spot before large hands grip your upper arms to steady you on the sidewalk. "Y/N... come on, sober up. I can't take you home this smashed," a familiar voice says and you blink a few times before finally noticing Louis Tomlinson standing in front you. He's dressed in black jeans and a white v-neck, tattoos on full display and it's evident he'd been at the same club. You glance behind him wondering if his girlfriend is also in attendance; they'd just gotten back together and while you didn't know Louis well enough you knew his girlfriend was stunning. "Oi, stay with me," Louis chuckles, catching you when you tumble into his arms and your head is swimming. "Got her, they need food... lots of food," Ed calls, and you turn with a big smile on your face. "Eddie... Eleanor, Ed is here!" You exclaim, reaching forwards to grip onto Ed's shoulders and smash your lips to his sloppily. Ed is shocked, shell shocked and still as you kiss him. Eleanor is laughing in the background, hands clapping loudly. "Oh, you're not Harry," you hear her comment from behind you and turn to find her in Louis' arms, drunk and confused as to why he wasn't Harry. "I thought we were, kissing each other boyfriends and he's not your boyfriend... I'm drunk," Eleanor chuckles. "HAR... HARR... boyfriend," you scream loudly, swinging the apartment door open and sliding into the living room. Harry is on the couch, Lord of the Rings playing in the background and he turns to you. You've got one hand on the doorknob, back leaning against the door jamb as you try to kick your heels off but find the task to be harder than expected and you give up. "Have a good time then?" He questions, standing while turning the TV off and you stare him down. "Eleanor thought you were Louis so she kissed him," you mock whisper, stumbling forwards as Harry shuts the door behind you and locks it in place. "Why did she want to kiss me?" Harry wonders, following you down the hallway. He stumbles back when you spin suddenly, heels finally kicking off and landing behind him. "Because, I kissed Ed and she thought we were switching boyfriends!" You exclaim as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and Harry raises an eyebrow at you. "Why were you kissing Ed?" he demands with a chuckle, watching as you lean against the wall and bend over. "Look, I'm twerking!" You exclaim, ass jiggling against the wall and while Harry is impressed with your balance seeing how drunk you are, he really wants an answer as to why you were kissing other men. "Ed's a ginger... ginger's are hot and I was drunk and when I get drunk I get horny and you weren't there. You were here, reaaaadddding," you draw out with a bored sigh, slapping a hand to wall to strike a pose and Harry rolls his eyes. "So, you kissed some other guy?" He questions and you shake your head. "Yeah, but it was Ed... he doesn't count, you can't get mad at me," you demand, a drunk finger pointed in his direction before you spin and smack into the wall. "It hit me, this wall hit me! IT has to go!" You demand loudly, stumbling back into Harry's arms as he leads you into your bedroom. "You need to sleep, and pray... pray that you sleep a hangover off," Harry chuckles, catching the clothes you start stripping out of before you fall face first on the bed and pass out. He drops the clothes in the hamper and turns you on your side. He places a trashcan at the side of the bed and a bottle of water on the bedside table before he crawls into bed next to you. You wake up a few hours later and stumble into the bathroom to hurl and Harry is right behind you to hold your hair. He stays with you for the hour you're in the bathroom and he helps you brush your teeth and wash your face off before he carries you back to bed. The next morning, you conveniently have no idea what he's talking about when he questions you about your kiss with Ed.

Liam: "I'm super excited we're all going out!" You exclaim loudly from the hotel bathroom. You have all the necessities needed for a night out spread out on the bathroom counter and Zayn gives a low whistle when he wanders into the room. "Do you really use all this?" He questions, motioning with a sweep of his arm to all the things covering the bathroom counter. "Yes, I need all of this to look like the hot girlfriend I am," you respond, leaning closer to the mirror to properly apply your Valour false lashes and he shakes his head with a chuckle. "I don't believe that but alright... are you almost ready? Niall texted and said everyone's down in the lobby ready to go?" Liam questions and you pucker your hot pink lips at your reflection and nod. He stands back as you pull a short dress on and slip into your strappy wedges before he presses a kiss to your temple. "I didn't know Andy was going to be here," you mention after a few drinks, glancing over Liam's shoulder to find your boyfriend's best friend ordering himself a drink and Liam shrugs. "Why wouldn't he have come with us? We're all on vacation and Andy isn't one to stay indoors when we're going clubbing," Liam responds, nodding his head to the bartender who was being very generous with the liquor in your drinks. A few hours later, you can feel the music pumping through your veins and you feel like everything is on fire. "You alright?" Andy questions, rounding the corner to the bathrooms to find you leaning against the wall staring down at your feet. "I think my feet are hoves... Am I still human?" You question him and Andy can't tell if your serious or not. "I feel like I'm a horse now," you add and he raises his eyebrows at you in amusement before he lets out a long laugh. "It's not funny, Liam's not gonna fuck me if I'm a horse," you exclaim wildly, arms flailing up in the air before you smack back into the bathroom door. "Maybe you should throw up," Andy offers, helping you into the girl's bathroom and into the handicap stall to the amusement of the other girls. "Andy... are I a horrible person?" You question, hunched over the toilet with your hands on the toilet paper covered seat and Andy discovers your grammar is also affected by alcohol. "You are not a horrible person, why?" He questions, gathering your hair in his hands as you throw up into the toilet. "We slept together and I haven't told Liam," you remind him in a loud whisper and Andy chuckles. "We didn't do anything wrong, you and Liam weren't together. Don't feel guilty, he'd understand if we ever told him," Andy assures you, rubbing your back in a comforting circular motion and you nod. "I can drink more now, right?" You question and Andy chuckles. "Liam will have his hands full later," Andy tells himself as he buys you another shot. Liam smiles from his spot in the VIP section, glad that the two of you seem to have hashed out whatever was between you both. "LIAM I'M DRUNK," you exclaim loudly in the lobby, giggling when he tries to shush you. "I'm drunk," you repeat in a loud whisper and Liam just shakes his head and helps you into the elevator. "You shouldn't have continued drinking after you threw up the first time," Liam mumbles, helping you down the hallway as you babble about nonsense. "You're not making any sense right now, I don't understand what you need," Liam exclaims in frustration, hands on his hips as he watches you prance around the room. "I'm a horse, I need lots of space!" You cry, neighing loudly and Liam can't believe this is how his night turned out. "You alright?" He questions, helping you up off the floor once you'd bounced into the couch. "I'm gonna be sick," you exclaim and while Liam tries to hurry you into the bathroom, he fails at the task and you throw up on yourself. Liam grimaces at the sight and all but hurls you towards the toilet in the hopes you'll manage to actually throw up in the bowl rather than on yourself again. "I think I threw up on myself," you tell him, crinkling your nose as he stripes you from your ruined dress. He brushes your teeth and washes your face off before he helps you stand. You make it one step before you pass out and Liam rolls his eyes before carrying you to the bedroom. He stays up a few hours, seated in the chair in the corner of the room to assure that you'll alright before he allows himself to fall asleep. When you finally wake up several hours later, you're hoping Liam has forgotten you'd thrown up on yourself but he never mentions it and you're thankful for that.

Niall: "I need a drink," you exclaim upon entering the apartment you and Niall had recently purchased. Niall is at the kitchen island, a black mug in his hand and he raises an eyebrow at you. "I've had the worst day. We got a new nurse and she's an utter bitch! I already hate her and I want to get smashed since I have the weekend off," you explain, stripping out of your scrubs and Niall lets his eyes rake over your body. He smiles at the ink swirling up your rib cage in a colorful pattern of colors. "Alright, I can do that. Go ahead and shower and get ready, then we'll leave," he offers, smiling over the rim of his mug and you nod before lifting up on your toes to press a thankful kiss to his waiting lips. An hour or two later you're adding the finishes touches to your look when Niall appears in the doorway of your bedroom. "Hair up?" He questions, taking in your little black dress and nude wedges. "I'm getting hammered, it's easier to have my hair up when I throw up," you explain, passing him your lipstick case and a bottle of Tylenol for him to store in the pockets of his black skinnies. "Good thing I bought you that phone case, it'll come in handy tonight so you can keep all your things together," Niall states, helping you into the car and you give him a smile because by taking his own Land Rover that means he has no plans of drinking. "Good thing my boyfriend's so smart," you grin, leaning into the kiss he plants on your cheek. "The lads are gonna meet us there, I pulled out all the fun people for this night," Niall tells you, taking your hand in his as he leads you into the dark club once you've bypassed the long line because of course Niall knows the bouncer. By the time the rest of Niall's friends arrive you're already drunk because a few of Niall's clients had been at the club and had bought you both round after round of shots. "Love you babe," Niall murmurs against your temple, shaking hands with Zayn and Louis once they arrive. "She's really drunk mate," Louis comments, tipping the beer bottle against his lips to chug the last bit before he buys himself another shot of tequila. "She's had a rough week at work, apparently the new nurse is a cunt so here we are," Niall explains, sweeping his arm around to show off the club and Zayn chuckles. "She's dancing with some dude," Louis' girlfriend giggles before she sobers up for a moment to scrunch her face up. "This guy's an asshole actually, Louis' trying to fight him because he's being inappropriate with Y/N," she finishes and Niall rolls his eyes before he scans the room. He finds Louis easily, watching the way he's in the guy's face before he gives the guy a hard shove and pulls you away. "Hey, it's my boyfriend," you exclaim with a giggle, clapping your hands gleefully before stumbling into his lap. "Louis kicked some guys ass because the guy touched my boob... does that mean my boobs aren't touch-worthy?" You question sadly, tugging on the collar of his button down before tracing some of his exposed tattoos with your finger. "Your boobs are very touch-worthy but only to me," Niall chuckles, helping you to stand before he stands himself. "Are you ready to go then? You need food and water and then more food. If I feed you enough maybe you won't get hungover," Niall offers, taking your hand in his to help you from the club after bidding goodbye to your friends. An hour later you're shoving your face full of Nando's and Niall glances around. "Babe, let's take some of this with us, I think they're trying to close," he states and you pout. "We'll take it home, you can have some later on, " Niall promises. He's just pulled into the driveway of the expensive townhouse he'd purchased for the both of you before you're flinging the door open and throwing up into the bushes. "Lovely," Niall comments, rounding the car to help you into the house and up the stairs. "Niall, I'm gonna be sick," you mumble loudly, staring down the moving hardwood floors before you vomit. "Oh shit," Niall curses, grabbing the trashcan to shove under your chin but the damage as already been done. He strips you from your vomit covered clothes and helps you into the shower to wash you off before he helps you into your sleep clothes. "I'm sorry," you mumble from the bed, watching as he cleans up the mess on the hardwood and he chuckles. "Don't worry about it, I had already prepared myself for this when you said you wanted to go out. Honestly, it's not that bad," he reassures you, spraying a generous amount of Febreze to cover the odor before he climbs into bed beside you. "Shower, please," you beg, holding your nose against the smell of him and he shrugs. By the time he climbs back into bed, you've passed out on your side with your head leaning towards the trashcan.

Louis: "Where's Harry?" You question the music producer's girlfriend at the bar. "Early flight to New York," she explains of his absence. "Well it's great to see you again!" You tell her as you grab the drinks you had ordered for Louis and yourself. She smiles, "You too." You leave the bar as her and Eleanor down another shot, clearly having just started on their drinking mission for the night. "Thanks babe," Louis says as you hand him his beer. You crawl onto the couch and under his arm to begin sipping at your drink. "She said Harry had an early flight," you tell him seeing as he wanted to know where his friend was. "You know he's probably at home reading a book and not even sleeping," he says a few minutes later. "You're probably right," you answer, finishing up your drink rather quickly. "Another one?" A voice asks from behind you. You turn around and smile at Liam's familiar face. "Yes please," you respond, setting the empty glass on the table at your feet. Once Liam approaches, you get up from the couch and take your drink to the dance floor, finding the rest of the girls. "HEY!" They all drunkenly shout as you make your way into the group. You smile and nod your head to the beat of the music, lifting your glass above your head as if you wanted to cheers the DJ for his music choices. You weren't as gone as the rest of them, but you knew it wouldn't be long until you were. "Want to go to the bar?" Zayn's girlfriend asks, pointing out your empty glass. You nod and smile and the two of you make your way off of the crowded dance floor, leaving the rest of the girls to enjoy their moment. "What'd you have babe?" The bartender asks as soon as you sit down. "Long Island," you answer. He nods and walks away. "Glad they're having a great time," you point out to your company. "Yeah, I think we all needed a night out together. Things have been getting pretty intense these last few months." "No kidding," you respond. "Thank you," you tell the bartender once he comes back with a full glass. The two of you sit at the bar and talk until you're feeling just as happy as the rest of the girls. "I gotta go to the bathroom....be...right back," you say, sliding down out of the seat and trying to do the sober walk to the bathroom. You notice Andy and Liam's girlfriend walking out of the bathroom as you make your way in, that must have been an interesting encounter. Where you supposed to know they slept together? Probably not , but hey, word gets around. You walk back out the bathroom, having touched up your make-up and hair to find Harry's girlfriend kissing Ed. Not the oddest thing you have ever seen her do, but she would surely be explaining this to Harry once she got home. Louis was right beside her so you didn't feel it necessary to rush over to her. You return to the bar and work on glass number six. Your laughter gets louder and you're so caught up in the happiest conversation you've ever had you don't even see Eleanor kissing Louis back at the couches. This of course is only in Eleanor's best interest because in your state it is hard to tell how you would react. Not as lightly as Harry will take his girlfriend kissing his best friend that's for sure. A light hand rests on your shoulder a few moments later and you turn to see Louis's blurry face. "Heyyy," you say, very pleased to see him once more. "You ready to go?" You nod your head and turn back to your drink, downing the rest before almost falling out of the chair. "Bye babe! I will call you! You right there, I'll call you," you tell Zayn's girlfriend, poking your finger into her nose as she remains at the bar with a smile, Zayn quickly taking your place beside her. "We have to drop Harry's girl off with him before going home," Louis tells you, guiding you across the floor with his arm gripped around your waist. "Issshe uhkay? I saw her kissin on not Harry earlier." Louis laughs. "You're right that wasn't Harry, but she's fine. She's in the car waiting so we have to go." He tries his best to quicken up your pace but he realizes your stilettos aren't having it. He trusted you in the car knowing you could at least hold your alcohol until you were home, her on the other hand not so much. Once the three of you were on the road he immediately regretted agreeing to dropping her off. The two of you were as loud as possible singing over top of "All of Me" by John Legend as it played on the radio. "Here we are," he says in relief as he pulls into the apartment complex. "I'll...take it from here," she says from the backseat. "Are you sure?" He questions as he watches her stumble out of the car. "Uh huh!" She says as chipper as possible. He waits until she makes it into the building and then sends Harry a text to let her know she should be on her way up. "Alright, now to get you home," he says turning to you. He takes your hand as you slowly rest your head on his shoulder.

Zayn: "No, no , no," Zayn says as he grabs you before you slide down into the floor of the hotel elevator. "I'ma fine," you tell him as he pulls you into his side. "Yes of course you are, I'm just here to make sure you wander into our room, and not someone else's." "Ha. Ha. Ha," you mock, resting your head on his shoulder as you wait for the doors to open. The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal Liam waiting to go down to the lobby. "Hey man," Zayn greets him. "Everything alright?" He continues, acknowledging Liam's tired face. "Let's just say I've got one of those in my room and she just passed out for the night," he responds, nodding over to you. "HEY!" You say in offence. "You know it's the truth," Liam tells you. You let your eyes fall shut and collapse into Zayn's arms. He pulls you up off of the ground and out of the elevator. "Good luck," Liam says taking his place in the elevator. Zayn nods and carries you down the hall to the hotel room. He carefully slides the key in the door and turns on the minimal amount of light needed for him to coexist in the room with you knowing you hated having lights on when you had been drinking. He slowly places you down on the bed, only pulling one cover over you so you could easily get out if you had to rush to the bathroom. "Hey, yeah, can I get some bottles of water and do you all have Tylenol?" He asks, calling down to room service for help in assisting the hangover you would surely have in the morning. "And can I get a pepperoni pizza and some chocolate chip cookies," he adds on, knowing he will be up for a while. Nearly a half hours passes before Zayn's room service arrives. But just as soon as the room fills up with the smell of pizza and cookies you immediately wake up. "What is that?" You question him, looking at the covered dish. "Pizza and cookies," he answers. "What did you get me?" You counter. "I didn't think you wanted anything, you were passed out not even a minute ago. "Call and get me something," you whine, your head falling back down onto the pillow. He sighs, knowing you won't be eating anything he orders but he picks up the phone and orders you something nonetheless. "Hi, can I get another pizza? Just cheese this time and some more cookies." "Do you have white chocolate and raspberry?" "Great." "Thank you." "You know you aren't going to eat any of that," He says knowing you hadn't passed out again. "Yes I will," you argue. He chuckles and shakes his head. It takes another half hour for the second round of food to be delivered. Your eyes shoot open and get up out of the bed before Zayn and open the door. "Yes?" You question the waiter at the door. "You ordered more food," he responds slightly confused. "Uh, no I didn't," you counter, looking at him and then looking down at the cart he had been pushing. "What's under here anyways?" You question, lifting up the covers on the plates. "Um, what you ordered?" "No! I didn't order this!" You shout. "Alright," you hear from inside of the room. "I was going to let you handle this but you clearly can't," Zayn says approaching the two of you. "Did you order this?" You ask him. "Yes," he answers, taking the receipt from the waiter's hand and signing it. "Thanks man, sorry about the confusion," he laments before allowing the cart to be pushed into the room. "Why do we need more food?" You ask slowly, sitting down on the bed, your eyes starting to blur. "Because I am hungry," he lies, knowing you weren't going to remember making him order you something which would just turn into an argument. "Oh, well enjoy," you tell him. "Are those white chocolate and raspberry cookies?" You questions with a sluggish smile. He nods. "Those are my favorite," you respond, curling back into the bed and falling silent once more.