One Direction Preferences and Imaginesss
He Doesn’t Want To Take Advantage Of You While You’re Drunk
Boys’ POVs
Liam: “The alcohol never helps.”
Y/N was making this so hard for me. I could smell the tequila on her breath as she stumbled into our vacant hotel room. I was exhausted from the show we had just performed, but my girlfriend was causing my hormones to rage out of control. Every little touch sending me closer to the edge.
“Let’s get this off.” Her speech was slurred as she slowly took off the jacket I was wearing, the material falling to the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I knew exactly what her intentions were tonight and a part of me didn’t want to stop it.
She slowly snaked out of her loose tank top, revealing the black bra that was underneath.
I hadn’t seen Y/N in weeks and here she was, wearing skin tight pants that caused my mouth to water and that bra I loved so much.
My hands were firm at her waist as she began to undo the button of my jeans, one of my hands instinctively stopping her from carrying on the action.
“Y/N, you’ve had a little too much to drink tonight, don’t you think?” I may be horny as hell, but I was also a gentleman and I knew better. Y/N was letting loose with the other girlfriends tonight and I couldn’t blame her, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of the state she was in.
“Oh come on, I didn’t even have that much.” Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she let out a drunken hiccup causing her to burst into laughter and fall to the floor in front of me. Yeah, she was gone.
I watched as she stumbled to her knees and tried to continue with the button on my jeans, but my hands gently wrapped around her wrists and I helped her stand.
“Come on, Y/N- let’s just go to bed, yeah?” I was trying to be as gentle as I could with her, but I could see the drunken fire in her eyes as she pushed me away.
“What is it now, Liam? What did I do?” Her eyebrows were scrunched in anger as she pushed me away again and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it with her arms crossed.
“Nothing, Y/N. Christ,” I mumbled under my breath, “I am not about to take advantage of my girlfriend when she can’t even stand up, okay?”
This definitely wasn’t how I pictured our first night back together going. Running my hand through my hair, I zipped up my pants and kneeled down in front of her as she hung her head low, hiding her face.
“I don’t understand, Liam. Am I not good enough? Do you not love me?” Y/N was full on crying at this point, tears slowly running down her face. I moved closer to her and tried to bring her into my arms, but she fought me off.
“Don’t touch me, Liam.” She cried out before moving away from me to slide up and lay on her side of the bed. Her head of hair hid the tears that were evident on her face, her small sobs haunting every bone of my body.
“Y/N, please listen to me. That’s not it at all. I-”
“Shhh.” Y/N said with anger, silencing me. Y/N was the most stubborn when she was drunk, I could never win. Letting out a sigh, I knew that no matter what frame of mind she was in, I wasn’t going to be able to get a word in.
I rose to my feet, stripping down to my boxers and flicked the light off before crawling into bed. Slowly inching forward, I went to wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist like I did every night we were together. This time, however, she pushed me away without a second thought.
So I laid there in the darkness, listening to the love of my life cry as untrue thoughts floated through her mind, the pain in my chest growing by the second.
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The next morning, I sat out on the balcony of our hotel, watching as the sun moved higher and higher up into the sky. Y/N was still asleep and probably would be for a while. Her sobs last night eventually stopped and the alcohol knocked her out cold.
I spent most of the night awake, however. Y/N didn’t drink much, but when she did, she was always hysterical about something. Did she really think I didn’t love her? That question alone caused my insides to turn.
Looking away from the sky, I turned and noticed Y/N sliding the balcony door opening, closing it quietly behind her.
“Last night, I-uhh-umm.” She fumbled with her words as she stood in front of me, my baggy shirt hugging her nearly naked frame.
“I know, Y/N. What brought those thoughts on?” She stared down at the ground in shame, stirring uneasily as she pondered the words I had spoken.
“Just, seeing all of those girls screaming your name last night made me doubt this relationship for a second. Plus, the alcohol didn’t help.” Pacing towards her, I brought her into my chest, cracking a small smile.
“The alcohol never helps.”
“Shut up, I know that.” Her small voice mumbled against my chest as I ran my fingers down her matted hair.
“I didn’t want to take advantage of you last night. Yeah, we have both slept together while completely drunk out of our minds, but I wasn’t going to do it when I was the only sober one. It seemed wrong. I don’t want you to think that I refused last night because my feelings for you are gone,” I nuzzled my face into her hair, “if anything, they have gotten stronger. I love you too much to take advantage of you, okay?”
I could sense her tense body relax underneath my hold as the string of words left my mouth.
“Thank you for doing that, for me.” She moved her head up to look up into my eyes, a small smile on her face.
“I am sorry for overreacting last night, I didn’t mean to take it so far. I just missed you.” Her face was solemn and calm as she spoke, leaning up to peck me on the lips while playing with the strings of the sweatshirt I was wearing.
“I missed you more than you will know,” my eyes flickered from calmness to pure envy, “but hey, you are sober now.” A cheeky smile appeared on my face as I leaned down to bring our lips together once more, but Y/N stopped it.
“Not so fast big boy. Let me get some tea, breakfast and medicine in me to cure this headache and we will see.”
Harry: “Am I not pretty enough anymore?”
We were both buzzed. Well, at least I was. Having Y/N pressed up against the wall in the hallway of our flat, it was becoming more and more clear to me that I was far more sober than she was.
I could taste the tangy alcohol on her breath and I am sure she could smell the same on mine. With Y/N’s hands clinging onto my hair, it was becoming more and more difficult to resist her as our tongues battled, the seconds being carried away from us.
My pants were already around my ankles, her dress having been pushed up to her waist, giving my hands the perfect access to hold onto the skin of her hips.
This was a similar scene. It was always like this - we would go out and drink a little too much and come back, waking up between the sheets. It was a normal routine for my girlfriend and I, but something was different this time.
There was a pang in my heart I was trying to ignore as she lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my tattoos that she began kissing away at, a habit of hers I loved.
But some part of me, deep inside, knew this was wrong. Though in the morning, I am sure she would think nothing of it, it just didn’t seem right that I was almost completely sober and she was completely trashed. It didn’t seem right.
Stopping Y/N’s attack on my neck, I brought her roaming hands into my own and pressed up against the wall once more.
“I think we’ve had enough for tonight, yeah?” My mind was saying one thing and well, the unit in my boxers were telling me another.
“What are you talking about?” Her voice was slurred as she looked at me in confusion, dropping her arms from mine. I was breathing heavily, my hormones raging as she pulled her dress down and stumbled away from me.
“I was just saying that, I think you’ve had a little bit too much to drink.” I ran my fingers through my hair as she leaned against the wall opposite of me, scuffing at my words.
“So? You drank tonight too?” Her words were slurred together, them all coming out in one breath as she shook her head at me.
“No, that is not what I mean. I am just far more sober than you are right now and I don’t want to take advantage of-”
“Bullshit. You have fucked me loads of time while we’ve both been drinking.” Angrily, she stumbled away from me towards the bedroom, almost completely tripping and falling to the ground.
“Shit.” She mumbled before regaining her strength and pulling herself up against the wall to continue her journey into our room.
I followed closely behind and watched as she peeled her dress off her body, making her even more irresistible. I shook the thought out of my head, however, knowing better.
There was silence between us as I leaned against the doorframe, watching as Y/N paced around the room with emotions I couldn’t interpret.
“I don’t understand, Harry. What did I do?” She took a few steps towards the full length mirror and stared at her body in the reflection. She picked at her skin, messed with her hair and turned from side to side.
“Am I not pretty enough anymore?” Glancing at me, her big doe eyes were glossy with tears as she bit her lip, unsure as to if I was rejecting her because I no longer found her attractive.
“Don’t talk like that, Y/N. You know that is not true.” My soft voice shook as I walked over to my now crying girlfriend, bringing her as close to me as I could.
“I love everything about you.” I hated when she talked like this, when she thought her appearance wasn’t good enough. She was everything and she was nothing, but perfect to me.
“I won’t change a damn hair on my head.” I mumbled against her lips as I began kissing all of the things on her that I loved. Her lips, her little button nose, her arms, her legs, her stomach and I kept traveling down her body, kissing every inch of her skin until I was down to her feet.
“I even love your feet. Even though they smell sometimes.” I cracked a smile at her before standing up straight and touching our noses together.
“And I love you enough to know that I am too sober and you are too drunk to have sex tonight, okay?” She nodded her head in response, her tears disappearing from her eyes.
“I also know that you are probably too drunk to remember any of this in the morning. I love you though, okay?” Y/N nodded her head again at me as I reached on the dresser and grabbed one of my old t-shirts.
“Wait, take this off please. It’s killing me.” She turned around, swiping her hair to the side as I unclipped her bra and pulled my shirt over her frame, giving her a long kiss on the forehead.
“Let’s go to bed now, yeah?”
Zayn: “This is about what happened isn’t it?”
I knew from the start of the night that things weren’t right. I watched as Y/N nursed the drink in her hand, something she hardly ever did. She hadn’t been much of a drinker lately and seeing a cup in her hand filled with the sticky substance was starting to worry me.
Niall had just bought a new flat and was having a few people over to celebrate, there being booze scattered around the entire place. Y/N normally stuck to a soda, occasionally having a drink or two, but tonight was different.
Walking over to her, I placed my hand on the small of her back, quickly glancing at her near empty third cup before meeting her eyes.
“You alright, Y/N?” I whispered into her ear as she nodded her head, knowing what I was getting at.
“Yeah, I am just having a little fun.” She kissed me on the cheek before returning to her conversation with one of Niall’s friends.
I watched her for most of the night, cutting her off after she tried to fill her cup for the fifth time which started a scene.
“You aren’t my father, Zayn.” She spoke angrily to me as I took the cup from her hand, throwing it onto the counter. By now, half of the people were too drunk to notice our bickering in the kitchen, but it made it no less embarrassing.
“I think it’s time we got home, yeah?” I reached for her hand, nodding at Niall before leading her out of the crowded flat. She tried to fight me on it until we reached the elevator, eventually growing too tired to try and fight my hold on her.
When we got back to our own flat, it didn’t take long for Y/N to become affectionate with me again. I wasn’t used to her being this demanding with me, it was hard to know how to act.
With her lips attached to my neck, her hands clawing at my jacket sleeves in efforts to remove it from my body, I found myself breaking the contact between us.
“You’ve had too much to drink, love.” I noticed the change in her demeanor as the words hit her, her facial expression changing to a mask of hurt.
“This is about what happened isn’t it?” Her voice was soft against my ears as she moved away from me, almost like if I touched her, she was going to catch on fire.
Sighing, I shook my head at her. Last year, while I was away on tour, Y/N got taken advantage of by someone she thought was her friend. Luckily, it was stopped before anything major happened, but it was still a lot for her to handle - as it would be for anymore.
After that, she didn’t drink that much and I found myself becoming more protective of her as I learned to deal with the anger of what happened. This was the first night since then she had been this drunk.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Zayn. I trust you. I thought I could trust him, but I was wrong. I know you though Zayn, I love you.” She was against my chest in an instant, her words hitting me like bullets as I stopped her once more, shaking my head at my hysterical girlfriend who was trying so hard to keep it together.
“Y/N, please. I-”
“What is it then, Zayn? Do you not like me anymore because of what happened? Is that it? Do I not matter anymore?” She was now full on crying against my chest as I hugged her as strongly as I could. Fuck.
“No, that is not it at at all, Y/N. I am just not going to take advantage of you, okay? Even if I know you love me and I love you. I won’t do that to you, okay? I am going to protect you.” I mumbled into her hair as she cried and cried for what seemed like hours. I knew her drunken state was causing her old wounds to open again and I was okay with that.
“Shh. It’s okay.” I mumbled over and over again until her tears finally stopped. The crying had sobered her up at bit.
“Can we go to bed? Uhh, well to sleep.” She mumbled against my chest. In one swift movement, I was carrying her bridal style into our bedroom, placing her body softly on the bed while I pulled off her dress and shoes before giving her one of my favorite pajama shirts to sleep in.
Once I had changed, I climbed into bed, Y/N immediately cuddling up against me. Her breath was tickling my ear, her fingers tracing the tattoo patterns on my chest.
“I am sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean to get so drunk, I was just sad.” She mumbled in the darkness of our bedroom, her speech still slightly slurred.
“What are you talking about, babe?” My hands were rubbing up and down the skin of her back, her words concerning me.
“You are leaving me again in a few weeks, I don’t want to be alone.” I knew Y/N was upset about the start of the tour, I just didn’t know that that was what caused her drinking tonight. Being away from her pained me, especially because I knew I couldn’t be there to keep her safe.
“You won’t be alone, babe. I am going to call, text, skype and fly home as much as I can. I will always come back to you, remember that, okay?”
“I know, it’s just hard sometimes. What if you decide you don’t want to be together anymore?” Wrapping my arm around her tighter, I placed kisses on her forehead over and over again.
“I know it is, babe. You are it for me. It doesn’t matter how far I am from you, you are the only thing I think about or worry about. I will always come back to you. I promise.”
I waited in the darkness for her response, but after a few moments, I turned my head and noticed her eyes closed and her breathing even. Hiding my head in her hair, I took in her scent and allowed the sound of her even breaths to help drift me off to sleep.
Niall:” ..but you are also very, very drunk and you know I am not that kind of guy.”
"Stop starin’ at ‘er.” Zayn spoke to me with a hushed tone, breaking me from my trance. We were all sat at a fancy decorated table, laughs and smiles filling the entire room as the bride and groom danced their night away on the center of the dancefloor.
“Well, I didn’t think she would be here.” There is a lump in my throat as I stared at Y/N from across the room, the light hitting her perfectly. She was sitting with a different group of people, partaking in conversation with a smile on her face - a smile I knew wasn’t genuine.
After almost two years together, our relationship ended - she couldn’t deal with me being away for so long and I didn’t want to put her through that anymore. It didn’t make any of it less painful, however.
A few months had passed and this was the first time I had seen her since - the pain still present in her eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, I was never going to be able to let her go.
We were young, but we talked about marriage. Before we started dating, she was one of my best friends for years. We had too much history to just let each other go like we did.
The disappointment was present on her face as her eyes flickered every once and a while to the newly married couple in front of her - that was all she wanted. It was like you could see her crushed dreams all over her face and it hurt me more than anything.
We haven’t talked since the breakup and I felt like I couldn’t even go over to comfort Y/N - everything surrounding us and our broken relationship was weird. It was awful not being able to talk to her, hold her or kiss her whenever I wanted. Ending the relationship was something I should have never agreed too, but I wasn’t going to be a selfish fool who left her alone for months at a time.
I watched her throughout the night as the guys mingled around me with their dates - I had come alone. I haven’t really been with anyone else since Y/N - she was the only person I wanted.
From my table, I counted how many glasses of champagne she was consuming. One, two, three, four, five. It was becoming evident that the alcohol was slowly running through her system - Y/N and alcohol never really mixed. She only did it when things were bothering her or she needed to let loose, it was a casual thing.
I knew she could sense my stares, I knew she was aware I was in the room. We had connected eyes before the ceremony and have avoided each other ever since.
Towards the end of the night, I watched as she finally stood from the table she was out and began walking out the room door. Well, almost stumbling, she couldn’t walk very well at this point.
“I’ll be right back,” I muttered to the boys who were barely listening as I quickly got up and followed Y/N out of the room. Looking down the empty hallway, I looked in every single room before hearing the sound of her crying coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
I didn’t even hesitate as I opened the door, not caring what had happened between us. She was, and will always be, my best friend and the love of my life.
She was sat in an empty chair, a half empty glass of champagne in her hands as she cried in the dark room. It broke my heart, but Y/N still looked so beautiful in her light purple dress.
“Go away, Ni. Please.” She was still using my nickname, that had to be a good thing, right? I sat down in the chair next to her, my hands resting on the table, trying my best to keep my distance.
“That’s just it, Y/N. I can’t just go away, I can’t just leave you.” Running a hand through my hair, I could feel frustration building inside of me.
“I don’t like see you cry this way, it breaks my heart.”
“Just like you broke mine.” She mumbled, wiping her damp face. My face dropped in sadness as I shook my head at her words.
“That’s not fair, Y/N. Don’t put this all of me. You agreed that it was for the best. I-”
“It still doesn’t mean it hurt any less. I have been a fucking wreck without you, Ni. I mean, look at me, crying at a fucking wedding and not even over happiness - over the fucking selfish thought that I am never going to have that.” The drunken confession left her lips causing my breath to stop completely.
Y/N was never a bad drunk - she speech would be slurred, but she never got angry or went wild. She normally just spoke exactly what was on her mind, no filter, which didn’t always go the way she wanted it to.
“You are going to have that, Y/N. You have all of the time in the world to get married.” My voice was thick with emotion, wanting nothing more than to hold her.
“I want it with you though. I don’t want it with anyone else.” Her voice was so tiny, I barely heard it. It was like a breath in the wind. I watched as she downed the rest of her drink, tears falling from her eyes again.
“Come here.” I motioned for her to come to me, but she instantly denied my gesture with defiance.
“Please, YN?” I asked again, hoping she would stop being so damn stubborn and let me comfort her. With reluctance, she got up from her chair and crawled onto my lap - my arms wrapping around her waist as she cried into my shoulder. God, it felt so good to have her in my arms again.
“I love you, Y/N. You know I always will. I think breaking up was the stupidest thing we ever decided. I need you with me, these past few months without you have been the worst and seeing you cry today over this just makes it unbearable. I want you.” I mumbled into her hair as I tried to sooth her sobs with my words.
In an instant, her lips were on mine. It caught me by surprise, but as I settled into it, it felt as though we had never broken up. It felt exactly how it was supposed to be. I relished in the moment, knowing that at any moment, she could pull away from me and we would be right back where we were moments ago.
When she reached for the button of my pants, however, I knew the alcohol was really starting to set into her system. I stopped her hand immediately, causing her to break the kiss.
“Y/N, we can’t. Not right here.” I knew better, I knew so much better.
“Why not?” I could see the hurt in her voice as she questioned me, “am I not pretty anymore?”
I immediately shook my head at her remark, pecking her on the lips and bringing her closer to my body - our foreheads touching.
“You have to be fucking crazy to think that. You are perfect Y/N, but you are also very, very drunk and you know I am not that kind of guy.”
Bringing my thumbs up, I wiped her stray tears and stared into her eyes with such intensity, hoping she wouldn’t push me away. Her small hands moved up my chest, resting at my shoulders before she nodded her head.
“I am glad you haven’t changed, Ni.” Bringing her hands into mine, I chuckled slightly at her comment.
“Well, it’s only been a couple of months, love. You are going to have to deal with a lifetime of me now.”
The comment left my mouth before I fully realized what I was insinuating. I watched as her eyes went big for a flicker of a second before she leaned in and kissed me long and hard.
It was then I knew that she was it for me, she was all I was ever going to want.
Louis: “Would you rather have one of the other millions of girls that are throwing themselves at you?”
I was sat down in the middle of the living room, going through the box that Y/N had thrown at me last night - all of its contents spilling out onto the floor. It was our special box - the box that had the photos, memories and items from our first month of dating. Going through photo after photo was making it more difficult to breathe.
Even with her fast asleep in the room next to me, the weight of what happened last night still weighed heavily on my shoulders. It was supposed to be a fun night out with the lads, something that Y/N and I did quite often.
However, while Y/N went off to find the bathroom in the crowded club, a girl saw it as the perfect opportunity to approach me, something I did find amusing in the slightest. I tried to not be rude, but when she began to come on to me, I immediately stepped away from her. Y/N had been standing nearby long enough to watch the whole thing happen, however.
After that, she tried to drink away the anger she had towards me, telling me repeatedly that she was fine and didn’t care about what happened. She was very stubborn in that respect and it drove me crazy.
I knew that the girls that constantly swarmed the lads and I drove her crazy, as it would if the roles were switched with me and Y/N. However, I would never in a million years give up Y/N for someone else - she was the only one I wanted.
Tossing the photo in my hand aside, I pinched the bridge of my nose as memories of the night continued to flood my mind.
Getting Y/N home was hard enough, she had drank so much that she couldn’t even walk. Carrying her up to the flat, I laid her down on the bed and peeled off her shoes so she would be more comfortable. I could feel the jealousy radiating off of her skin.
In a swift moment, she had her lips on mine and was pulling me on top of her on the bed. As much as I wanted Y/N, especially after what happened tonight at the club, I knew better and I knew just exactly how much alcohol was floating through her system in that moment.
“We can’t, Y/N. Come on. You are gone.” I told her, breaking the kiss and rolling off the bed before I let my hormones get the best of me. Y/N sat up in the bed, looking completely offended at what had just happened as I walked back into the living room to retrieve my cell phone.
“What? Am I not good enough anymore? Would you rather have one of the other millions of girls that are throwing themselves at you?” She cried out, angry tears streaming down her face as she got off the bed to stand in front of me.
“Y/N, you know that is not it. I am just not about to sleep with you when you have been drinking like this. I know better and you know better.” I tried to calm her, keeping my voice low and smooth to see if some of the anger would leave her body. It didn’t.
“Oh come on, Lou.” She tried to bring our lips together again and as much as I wanted to kiss her, I wasn’t going to be the guy that took advantage of his drunk girlfriend.
“Y/N, come on. Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Trying to be as gentle with her as possible, I reached for her hand, only to have my chest shoved a moment later.
Y/N said nothing to me as she stumbled back to our bedroom, only to emerge a moment later with the bright red box I knew so well. A second later, she threw it at me, the box falling to my feet. Pictures and objects were thrown all across the floor as she broke out into sobs.
She walked back into the bedroom, shutting the door forcefully as I followed hot on her heels. Reaching for the handle, I shook it, only to realize that her now sobbing body was blocking the door from letting me in.
“I am sorry you don’t love me anymore, Lou.” She cried out, the sounds of her tears causing my own to form.
“Come on, love. You know that is not true. Just open the door so we can talk about this.” I tried to reason with Y/N only to get sobs in response. The last thing I wanted to do was physically force the door open and scare her. Or worse, hurt her. So I let it be.
Falling onto the couch, I listened to her muffled sobs until I could hear her light snoring through the door.
And now, here I was. Sat in the living room looking at these old photos while the love of my life was sleeping in our bed alone. I had checked on her this morning to find her sprawled out on the bed, completely asleep. A tiny sense of relief had flooded over me at the sight.
Running my hand through my hair, I picked up the items around me, putting them neatly back into our box. Just as I shut the lid, I heard our bedroom door creak open.
Y/N stood there with messy hair and red eyes, her eyes instantly roaming to my body on the floor. And as soon as I opened my mouth to apologize, she was attacking me with a hug, tears leaving her eyes.
“I am so sorry.” Y/N cried out, holding onto my as tight as she could. Oh thank god. Holding her with my arms around her waist, I rocked back and forth against the back of our couch.
“No, shhh you have nothing to apologize for, love.” She really didn’t. Things just got a little out of hand last night, that’s no.
“You were just trying to be a decent boyfriend and I overreacted.” Her voice was muffled against my shoulder as I combed my fingers through her hair.
“I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t love you, Y/N. You are the only person I want. Not some dumb girl at a club or anyone else, I want you. And I respect you too much to take advantage of you when you are like that, okay?” Bringing her head up from my shoulder, she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and nodded.
“I am sorry for throwing the box at you.” She glanced over at it, her fingers lightly gliding across the lid as I brought her face towards mine, giving her a long kiss on the lips.
“I am actually glad you did. It made me remember a lot of shit. Like the food from our first date, the receipt is still in there?” She scrunched her nose in disgust as she turned to sit between my legs before bringing the box to her lap.
And that’s how we sat for the next hour - just going through everything inside that little box, allowing the memories of the beginning of relationship to flow into my minds and, well, the memories of last night to disappear forever.
Liam: “The alcohol never helps.”
Y/N was making this so hard for me. I could smell the tequila on her breath as she stumbled into our vacant hotel room. I was exhausted from the show we had just performed, but my girlfriend was causing my hormones to rage out of control. Every little touch sending me closer to the edge.
“Let’s get this off.” Her speech was slurred as she slowly took off the jacket I was wearing, the material falling to the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I knew exactly what her intentions were tonight and a part of me didn’t want to stop it.
She slowly snaked out of her loose tank top, revealing the black bra that was underneath.
I hadn’t seen Y/N in weeks and here she was, wearing skin tight pants that caused my mouth to water and that bra I loved so much.
My hands were firm at her waist as she began to undo the button of my jeans, one of my hands instinctively stopping her from carrying on the action.
“Y/N, you’ve had a little too much to drink tonight, don’t you think?” I may be horny as hell, but I was also a gentleman and I knew better. Y/N was letting loose with the other girlfriends tonight and I couldn’t blame her, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of the state she was in.
“Oh come on, I didn’t even have that much.” Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she let out a drunken hiccup causing her to burst into laughter and fall to the floor in front of me. Yeah, she was gone.
I watched as she stumbled to her knees and tried to continue with the button on my jeans, but my hands gently wrapped around her wrists and I helped her stand.
“Come on, Y/N- let’s just go to bed, yeah?” I was trying to be as gentle as I could with her, but I could see the drunken fire in her eyes as she pushed me away.
“What is it now, Liam? What did I do?” Her eyebrows were scrunched in anger as she pushed me away again and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it with her arms crossed.
“Nothing, Y/N. Christ,” I mumbled under my breath, “I am not about to take advantage of my girlfriend when she can’t even stand up, okay?”
This definitely wasn’t how I pictured our first night back together going. Running my hand through my hair, I zipped up my pants and kneeled down in front of her as she hung her head low, hiding her face.
“I don’t understand, Liam. Am I not good enough? Do you not love me?” Y/N was full on crying at this point, tears slowly running down her face. I moved closer to her and tried to bring her into my arms, but she fought me off.
“Don’t touch me, Liam.” She cried out before moving away from me to slide up and lay on her side of the bed. Her head of hair hid the tears that were evident on her face, her small sobs haunting every bone of my body.
“Y/N, please listen to me. That’s not it at all. I-”
“Shhh.” Y/N said with anger, silencing me. Y/N was the most stubborn when she was drunk, I could never win. Letting out a sigh, I knew that no matter what frame of mind she was in, I wasn’t going to be able to get a word in.
I rose to my feet, stripping down to my boxers and flicked the light off before crawling into bed. Slowly inching forward, I went to wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist like I did every night we were together. This time, however, she pushed me away without a second thought.
So I laid there in the darkness, listening to the love of my life cry as untrue thoughts floated through her mind, the pain in my chest growing by the second.
++++
The next morning, I sat out on the balcony of our hotel, watching as the sun moved higher and higher up into the sky. Y/N was still asleep and probably would be for a while. Her sobs last night eventually stopped and the alcohol knocked her out cold.
I spent most of the night awake, however. Y/N didn’t drink much, but when she did, she was always hysterical about something. Did she really think I didn’t love her? That question alone caused my insides to turn.
Looking away from the sky, I turned and noticed Y/N sliding the balcony door opening, closing it quietly behind her.
“Last night, I-uhh-umm.” She fumbled with her words as she stood in front of me, my baggy shirt hugging her nearly naked frame.
“I know, Y/N. What brought those thoughts on?” She stared down at the ground in shame, stirring uneasily as she pondered the words I had spoken.
“Just, seeing all of those girls screaming your name last night made me doubt this relationship for a second. Plus, the alcohol didn’t help.” Pacing towards her, I brought her into my chest, cracking a small smile.
“The alcohol never helps.”
“Shut up, I know that.” Her small voice mumbled against my chest as I ran my fingers down her matted hair.
“I didn’t want to take advantage of you last night. Yeah, we have both slept together while completely drunk out of our minds, but I wasn’t going to do it when I was the only sober one. It seemed wrong. I don’t want you to think that I refused last night because my feelings for you are gone,” I nuzzled my face into her hair, “if anything, they have gotten stronger. I love you too much to take advantage of you, okay?”
I could sense her tense body relax underneath my hold as the string of words left my mouth.
“Thank you for doing that, for me.” She moved her head up to look up into my eyes, a small smile on her face.
“I am sorry for overreacting last night, I didn’t mean to take it so far. I just missed you.” Her face was solemn and calm as she spoke, leaning up to peck me on the lips while playing with the strings of the sweatshirt I was wearing.
“I missed you more than you will know,” my eyes flickered from calmness to pure envy, “but hey, you are sober now.” A cheeky smile appeared on my face as I leaned down to bring our lips together once more, but Y/N stopped it.
“Not so fast big boy. Let me get some tea, breakfast and medicine in me to cure this headache and we will see.”
Harry: “Am I not pretty enough anymore?”
We were both buzzed. Well, at least I was. Having Y/N pressed up against the wall in the hallway of our flat, it was becoming more and more clear to me that I was far more sober than she was.
I could taste the tangy alcohol on her breath and I am sure she could smell the same on mine. With Y/N’s hands clinging onto my hair, it was becoming more and more difficult to resist her as our tongues battled, the seconds being carried away from us.
My pants were already around my ankles, her dress having been pushed up to her waist, giving my hands the perfect access to hold onto the skin of her hips.
This was a similar scene. It was always like this - we would go out and drink a little too much and come back, waking up between the sheets. It was a normal routine for my girlfriend and I, but something was different this time.
There was a pang in my heart I was trying to ignore as she lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my tattoos that she began kissing away at, a habit of hers I loved.
But some part of me, deep inside, knew this was wrong. Though in the morning, I am sure she would think nothing of it, it just didn’t seem right that I was almost completely sober and she was completely trashed. It didn’t seem right.
Stopping Y/N’s attack on my neck, I brought her roaming hands into my own and pressed up against the wall once more.
“I think we’ve had enough for tonight, yeah?” My mind was saying one thing and well, the unit in my boxers were telling me another.
“What are you talking about?” Her voice was slurred as she looked at me in confusion, dropping her arms from mine. I was breathing heavily, my hormones raging as she pulled her dress down and stumbled away from me.
“I was just saying that, I think you’ve had a little bit too much to drink.” I ran my fingers through my hair as she leaned against the wall opposite of me, scuffing at my words.
“So? You drank tonight too?” Her words were slurred together, them all coming out in one breath as she shook her head at me.
“No, that is not what I mean. I am just far more sober than you are right now and I don’t want to take advantage of-”
“Bullshit. You have fucked me loads of time while we’ve both been drinking.” Angrily, she stumbled away from me towards the bedroom, almost completely tripping and falling to the ground.
“Shit.” She mumbled before regaining her strength and pulling herself up against the wall to continue her journey into our room.
I followed closely behind and watched as she peeled her dress off her body, making her even more irresistible. I shook the thought out of my head, however, knowing better.
There was silence between us as I leaned against the doorframe, watching as Y/N paced around the room with emotions I couldn’t interpret.
“I don’t understand, Harry. What did I do?” She took a few steps towards the full length mirror and stared at her body in the reflection. She picked at her skin, messed with her hair and turned from side to side.
“Am I not pretty enough anymore?” Glancing at me, her big doe eyes were glossy with tears as she bit her lip, unsure as to if I was rejecting her because I no longer found her attractive.
“Don’t talk like that, Y/N. You know that is not true.” My soft voice shook as I walked over to my now crying girlfriend, bringing her as close to me as I could.
“I love everything about you.” I hated when she talked like this, when she thought her appearance wasn’t good enough. She was everything and she was nothing, but perfect to me.
“I won’t change a damn hair on my head.” I mumbled against her lips as I began kissing all of the things on her that I loved. Her lips, her little button nose, her arms, her legs, her stomach and I kept traveling down her body, kissing every inch of her skin until I was down to her feet.
“I even love your feet. Even though they smell sometimes.” I cracked a smile at her before standing up straight and touching our noses together.
“And I love you enough to know that I am too sober and you are too drunk to have sex tonight, okay?” She nodded her head in response, her tears disappearing from her eyes.
“I also know that you are probably too drunk to remember any of this in the morning. I love you though, okay?” Y/N nodded her head again at me as I reached on the dresser and grabbed one of my old t-shirts.
“Wait, take this off please. It’s killing me.” She turned around, swiping her hair to the side as I unclipped her bra and pulled my shirt over her frame, giving her a long kiss on the forehead.
“Let’s go to bed now, yeah?”
Zayn: “This is about what happened isn’t it?”
I knew from the start of the night that things weren’t right. I watched as Y/N nursed the drink in her hand, something she hardly ever did. She hadn’t been much of a drinker lately and seeing a cup in her hand filled with the sticky substance was starting to worry me.
Niall had just bought a new flat and was having a few people over to celebrate, there being booze scattered around the entire place. Y/N normally stuck to a soda, occasionally having a drink or two, but tonight was different.
Walking over to her, I placed my hand on the small of her back, quickly glancing at her near empty third cup before meeting her eyes.
“You alright, Y/N?” I whispered into her ear as she nodded her head, knowing what I was getting at.
“Yeah, I am just having a little fun.” She kissed me on the cheek before returning to her conversation with one of Niall’s friends.
I watched her for most of the night, cutting her off after she tried to fill her cup for the fifth time which started a scene.
“You aren’t my father, Zayn.” She spoke angrily to me as I took the cup from her hand, throwing it onto the counter. By now, half of the people were too drunk to notice our bickering in the kitchen, but it made it no less embarrassing.
“I think it’s time we got home, yeah?” I reached for her hand, nodding at Niall before leading her out of the crowded flat. She tried to fight me on it until we reached the elevator, eventually growing too tired to try and fight my hold on her.
When we got back to our own flat, it didn’t take long for Y/N to become affectionate with me again. I wasn’t used to her being this demanding with me, it was hard to know how to act.
With her lips attached to my neck, her hands clawing at my jacket sleeves in efforts to remove it from my body, I found myself breaking the contact between us.
“You’ve had too much to drink, love.” I noticed the change in her demeanor as the words hit her, her facial expression changing to a mask of hurt.
“This is about what happened isn’t it?” Her voice was soft against my ears as she moved away from me, almost like if I touched her, she was going to catch on fire.
Sighing, I shook my head at her. Last year, while I was away on tour, Y/N got taken advantage of by someone she thought was her friend. Luckily, it was stopped before anything major happened, but it was still a lot for her to handle - as it would be for anymore.
After that, she didn’t drink that much and I found myself becoming more protective of her as I learned to deal with the anger of what happened. This was the first night since then she had been this drunk.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Zayn. I trust you. I thought I could trust him, but I was wrong. I know you though Zayn, I love you.” She was against my chest in an instant, her words hitting me like bullets as I stopped her once more, shaking my head at my hysterical girlfriend who was trying so hard to keep it together.
“Y/N, please. I-”
“What is it then, Zayn? Do you not like me anymore because of what happened? Is that it? Do I not matter anymore?” She was now full on crying against my chest as I hugged her as strongly as I could. Fuck.
“No, that is not it at at all, Y/N. I am just not going to take advantage of you, okay? Even if I know you love me and I love you. I won’t do that to you, okay? I am going to protect you.” I mumbled into her hair as she cried and cried for what seemed like hours. I knew her drunken state was causing her old wounds to open again and I was okay with that.
“Shh. It’s okay.” I mumbled over and over again until her tears finally stopped. The crying had sobered her up at bit.
“Can we go to bed? Uhh, well to sleep.” She mumbled against my chest. In one swift movement, I was carrying her bridal style into our bedroom, placing her body softly on the bed while I pulled off her dress and shoes before giving her one of my favorite pajama shirts to sleep in.
Once I had changed, I climbed into bed, Y/N immediately cuddling up against me. Her breath was tickling my ear, her fingers tracing the tattoo patterns on my chest.
“I am sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean to get so drunk, I was just sad.” She mumbled in the darkness of our bedroom, her speech still slightly slurred.
“What are you talking about, babe?” My hands were rubbing up and down the skin of her back, her words concerning me.
“You are leaving me again in a few weeks, I don’t want to be alone.” I knew Y/N was upset about the start of the tour, I just didn’t know that that was what caused her drinking tonight. Being away from her pained me, especially because I knew I couldn’t be there to keep her safe.
“You won’t be alone, babe. I am going to call, text, skype and fly home as much as I can. I will always come back to you, remember that, okay?”
“I know, it’s just hard sometimes. What if you decide you don’t want to be together anymore?” Wrapping my arm around her tighter, I placed kisses on her forehead over and over again.
“I know it is, babe. You are it for me. It doesn’t matter how far I am from you, you are the only thing I think about or worry about. I will always come back to you. I promise.”
I waited in the darkness for her response, but after a few moments, I turned my head and noticed her eyes closed and her breathing even. Hiding my head in her hair, I took in her scent and allowed the sound of her even breaths to help drift me off to sleep.
Niall:” ..but you are also very, very drunk and you know I am not that kind of guy.”
"Stop starin’ at ‘er.” Zayn spoke to me with a hushed tone, breaking me from my trance. We were all sat at a fancy decorated table, laughs and smiles filling the entire room as the bride and groom danced their night away on the center of the dancefloor.
“Well, I didn’t think she would be here.” There is a lump in my throat as I stared at Y/N from across the room, the light hitting her perfectly. She was sitting with a different group of people, partaking in conversation with a smile on her face - a smile I knew wasn’t genuine.
After almost two years together, our relationship ended - she couldn’t deal with me being away for so long and I didn’t want to put her through that anymore. It didn’t make any of it less painful, however.
A few months had passed and this was the first time I had seen her since - the pain still present in her eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, I was never going to be able to let her go.
We were young, but we talked about marriage. Before we started dating, she was one of my best friends for years. We had too much history to just let each other go like we did.
The disappointment was present on her face as her eyes flickered every once and a while to the newly married couple in front of her - that was all she wanted. It was like you could see her crushed dreams all over her face and it hurt me more than anything.
We haven’t talked since the breakup and I felt like I couldn’t even go over to comfort Y/N - everything surrounding us and our broken relationship was weird. It was awful not being able to talk to her, hold her or kiss her whenever I wanted. Ending the relationship was something I should have never agreed too, but I wasn’t going to be a selfish fool who left her alone for months at a time.
I watched her throughout the night as the guys mingled around me with their dates - I had come alone. I haven’t really been with anyone else since Y/N - she was the only person I wanted.
From my table, I counted how many glasses of champagne she was consuming. One, two, three, four, five. It was becoming evident that the alcohol was slowly running through her system - Y/N and alcohol never really mixed. She only did it when things were bothering her or she needed to let loose, it was a casual thing.
I knew she could sense my stares, I knew she was aware I was in the room. We had connected eyes before the ceremony and have avoided each other ever since.
Towards the end of the night, I watched as she finally stood from the table she was out and began walking out the room door. Well, almost stumbling, she couldn’t walk very well at this point.
“I’ll be right back,” I muttered to the boys who were barely listening as I quickly got up and followed Y/N out of the room. Looking down the empty hallway, I looked in every single room before hearing the sound of her crying coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
I didn’t even hesitate as I opened the door, not caring what had happened between us. She was, and will always be, my best friend and the love of my life.
She was sat in an empty chair, a half empty glass of champagne in her hands as she cried in the dark room. It broke my heart, but Y/N still looked so beautiful in her light purple dress.
“Go away, Ni. Please.” She was still using my nickname, that had to be a good thing, right? I sat down in the chair next to her, my hands resting on the table, trying my best to keep my distance.
“That’s just it, Y/N. I can’t just go away, I can’t just leave you.” Running a hand through my hair, I could feel frustration building inside of me.
“I don’t like see you cry this way, it breaks my heart.”
“Just like you broke mine.” She mumbled, wiping her damp face. My face dropped in sadness as I shook my head at her words.
“That’s not fair, Y/N. Don’t put this all of me. You agreed that it was for the best. I-”
“It still doesn’t mean it hurt any less. I have been a fucking wreck without you, Ni. I mean, look at me, crying at a fucking wedding and not even over happiness - over the fucking selfish thought that I am never going to have that.” The drunken confession left her lips causing my breath to stop completely.
Y/N was never a bad drunk - she speech would be slurred, but she never got angry or went wild. She normally just spoke exactly what was on her mind, no filter, which didn’t always go the way she wanted it to.
“You are going to have that, Y/N. You have all of the time in the world to get married.” My voice was thick with emotion, wanting nothing more than to hold her.
“I want it with you though. I don’t want it with anyone else.” Her voice was so tiny, I barely heard it. It was like a breath in the wind. I watched as she downed the rest of her drink, tears falling from her eyes again.
“Come here.” I motioned for her to come to me, but she instantly denied my gesture with defiance.
“Please, YN?” I asked again, hoping she would stop being so damn stubborn and let me comfort her. With reluctance, she got up from her chair and crawled onto my lap - my arms wrapping around her waist as she cried into my shoulder. God, it felt so good to have her in my arms again.
“I love you, Y/N. You know I always will. I think breaking up was the stupidest thing we ever decided. I need you with me, these past few months without you have been the worst and seeing you cry today over this just makes it unbearable. I want you.” I mumbled into her hair as I tried to sooth her sobs with my words.
In an instant, her lips were on mine. It caught me by surprise, but as I settled into it, it felt as though we had never broken up. It felt exactly how it was supposed to be. I relished in the moment, knowing that at any moment, she could pull away from me and we would be right back where we were moments ago.
When she reached for the button of my pants, however, I knew the alcohol was really starting to set into her system. I stopped her hand immediately, causing her to break the kiss.
“Y/N, we can’t. Not right here.” I knew better, I knew so much better.
“Why not?” I could see the hurt in her voice as she questioned me, “am I not pretty anymore?”
I immediately shook my head at her remark, pecking her on the lips and bringing her closer to my body - our foreheads touching.
“You have to be fucking crazy to think that. You are perfect Y/N, but you are also very, very drunk and you know I am not that kind of guy.”
Bringing my thumbs up, I wiped her stray tears and stared into her eyes with such intensity, hoping she wouldn’t push me away. Her small hands moved up my chest, resting at my shoulders before she nodded her head.
“I am glad you haven’t changed, Ni.” Bringing her hands into mine, I chuckled slightly at her comment.
“Well, it’s only been a couple of months, love. You are going to have to deal with a lifetime of me now.”
The comment left my mouth before I fully realized what I was insinuating. I watched as her eyes went big for a flicker of a second before she leaned in and kissed me long and hard.
It was then I knew that she was it for me, she was all I was ever going to want.
Louis: “Would you rather have one of the other millions of girls that are throwing themselves at you?”
I was sat down in the middle of the living room, going through the box that Y/N had thrown at me last night - all of its contents spilling out onto the floor. It was our special box - the box that had the photos, memories and items from our first month of dating. Going through photo after photo was making it more difficult to breathe.
Even with her fast asleep in the room next to me, the weight of what happened last night still weighed heavily on my shoulders. It was supposed to be a fun night out with the lads, something that Y/N and I did quite often.
However, while Y/N went off to find the bathroom in the crowded club, a girl saw it as the perfect opportunity to approach me, something I did find amusing in the slightest. I tried to not be rude, but when she began to come on to me, I immediately stepped away from her. Y/N had been standing nearby long enough to watch the whole thing happen, however.
After that, she tried to drink away the anger she had towards me, telling me repeatedly that she was fine and didn’t care about what happened. She was very stubborn in that respect and it drove me crazy.
I knew that the girls that constantly swarmed the lads and I drove her crazy, as it would if the roles were switched with me and Y/N. However, I would never in a million years give up Y/N for someone else - she was the only one I wanted.
Tossing the photo in my hand aside, I pinched the bridge of my nose as memories of the night continued to flood my mind.
Getting Y/N home was hard enough, she had drank so much that she couldn’t even walk. Carrying her up to the flat, I laid her down on the bed and peeled off her shoes so she would be more comfortable. I could feel the jealousy radiating off of her skin.
In a swift moment, she had her lips on mine and was pulling me on top of her on the bed. As much as I wanted Y/N, especially after what happened tonight at the club, I knew better and I knew just exactly how much alcohol was floating through her system in that moment.
“We can’t, Y/N. Come on. You are gone.” I told her, breaking the kiss and rolling off the bed before I let my hormones get the best of me. Y/N sat up in the bed, looking completely offended at what had just happened as I walked back into the living room to retrieve my cell phone.
“What? Am I not good enough anymore? Would you rather have one of the other millions of girls that are throwing themselves at you?” She cried out, angry tears streaming down her face as she got off the bed to stand in front of me.
“Y/N, you know that is not it. I am just not about to sleep with you when you have been drinking like this. I know better and you know better.” I tried to calm her, keeping my voice low and smooth to see if some of the anger would leave her body. It didn’t.
“Oh come on, Lou.” She tried to bring our lips together again and as much as I wanted to kiss her, I wasn’t going to be the guy that took advantage of his drunk girlfriend.
“Y/N, come on. Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Trying to be as gentle with her as possible, I reached for her hand, only to have my chest shoved a moment later.
Y/N said nothing to me as she stumbled back to our bedroom, only to emerge a moment later with the bright red box I knew so well. A second later, she threw it at me, the box falling to my feet. Pictures and objects were thrown all across the floor as she broke out into sobs.
She walked back into the bedroom, shutting the door forcefully as I followed hot on her heels. Reaching for the handle, I shook it, only to realize that her now sobbing body was blocking the door from letting me in.
“I am sorry you don’t love me anymore, Lou.” She cried out, the sounds of her tears causing my own to form.
“Come on, love. You know that is not true. Just open the door so we can talk about this.” I tried to reason with Y/N only to get sobs in response. The last thing I wanted to do was physically force the door open and scare her. Or worse, hurt her. So I let it be.
Falling onto the couch, I listened to her muffled sobs until I could hear her light snoring through the door.
And now, here I was. Sat in the living room looking at these old photos while the love of my life was sleeping in our bed alone. I had checked on her this morning to find her sprawled out on the bed, completely asleep. A tiny sense of relief had flooded over me at the sight.
Running my hand through my hair, I picked up the items around me, putting them neatly back into our box. Just as I shut the lid, I heard our bedroom door creak open.
Y/N stood there with messy hair and red eyes, her eyes instantly roaming to my body on the floor. And as soon as I opened my mouth to apologize, she was attacking me with a hug, tears leaving her eyes.
“I am so sorry.” Y/N cried out, holding onto my as tight as she could. Oh thank god. Holding her with my arms around her waist, I rocked back and forth against the back of our couch.
“No, shhh you have nothing to apologize for, love.” She really didn’t. Things just got a little out of hand last night, that’s no.
“You were just trying to be a decent boyfriend and I overreacted.” Her voice was muffled against my shoulder as I combed my fingers through her hair.
“I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t love you, Y/N. You are the only person I want. Not some dumb girl at a club or anyone else, I want you. And I respect you too much to take advantage of you when you are like that, okay?” Bringing her head up from my shoulder, she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and nodded.
“I am sorry for throwing the box at you.” She glanced over at it, her fingers lightly gliding across the lid as I brought her face towards mine, giving her a long kiss on the lips.
“I am actually glad you did. It made me remember a lot of shit. Like the food from our first date, the receipt is still in there?” She scrunched her nose in disgust as she turned to sit between my legs before bringing the box to her lap.
And that’s how we sat for the next hour - just going through everything inside that little box, allowing the memories of the beginning of relationship to flow into my minds and, well, the memories of last night to disappear forever.
Boy: Zayn
Name: Lauren
Age: 19
Type of imagine: cute
Plot: he gets jealous with me and harry
2/20/15