Niall: You wanted to go to a party. Your parents agreed as long as you’re home at the time they told you. The only one who didn’t liked this idea was Niall. “Mum I don’t think you should let her go. She’s too young.” he argues just as you walk into the kitchen to say good bye. “Good to know you trust me.” you laugh. “I do but not if you go to a party.” he whines. “Don’t worry.” you say as you leave the house. As you arrive at the party you start to dance with your friends. “I have to be home at midnight.” you shout to the person who decided to drive you home. He nods and you continue to dance until you feel thirsty and go to drink something. Realizing almost everything is alcohol you tried it. Liking the taste you continue the whole evening with alcoholic drinks and so it comes that as your friend wants to take you home you’re completely drunk. “Why did we. Why did we have to leave.” you whine as he arrives at your house. “Come on.” your friend says and helps you towards the front door. Suddenly the door opens revealing your brother. “Hi.” he greets your friend rudely. “Hi.” he stutters. “Hi Niall.” you giggle as you press your hands against the sides of his face. “What is. Are you drunk?” he whispers harshly. You giggle and shake your head no. “Alright. Thanks for bringing her home.” Niall says as he closes the door. “I luuv you Niall.” you slur and lean on his shoulder. “Yeah yeah.” he says and helps you up to your bed.
Liam: It wasn’t the first time that you go to a party but usually you never drunk alcohol. You only watch your friends getting tipsy and you had to laugh countless times about them. Nevertheless you knew you that you want to make your own experience with alcohol. Everyone looks weirdly at you as you grab a beer. “What?” you ask clueless. “You never drink.” someone states. “So what? Today’s different.” you shrug your shoulders not liking they think you’re prude. “Well then be careful.” another one laughs. You roll your eyes and start to drink. At first you don’t notice anything and couldn’t understand what the big deal is it to drink. Not really caring you grab a second one and later also a third. As someone started to ask who wanted to take shots you agreed also to this. After a few you go back and start to dance. During dancing you notice that you let completely lose. At one point you didn’t care and played with your phone calling someone. To your luck it was your brother Liam. “(Y/N)? Is this you?” he asks tired. “Yes I aaam.” you slur into the phone. “What’s going on?” he asks alarmed. “Nothing.” you laugh. “Are you drunk?” he asks and you giggle only. He ends the call and you decide to continue dancing. A while later someone grabs your shoulder and pulls you towards a car. “No.” you say grumpily. “Be glad it’s me and not mum or dad.” he demands as he turns you around. You keep quiet and he drives you to his house. “You stay here. I call our parents and tell them you’re here.” he explains but you only mumble something. Even if you did something wrong Liam couldn’t hide the smile as he sees you laying there clamping the pillow tightly.
Louis: You had a few older friends who were already aloud to buy alcohol. As you hang out one day at your house they had a few things with them. “You want to try anything?” one of your friends ask and holds a beer bottle towards you. You hesitate for a moment but take it a little bit unsure. “Just try it. If you don’t like it you can give it back.” You nod and take a slip. “And?” they ask you. You shrug your shoulders. “It’s ok.” you reply and keep it. You danced around your room and continue to drink. A few hours and a few beers later you were drunk. Your friends weren’t and you entertained them enough and they couldn’t stop laughing. “Ok. What’s going on here.” Louis says as he walks in your room. “She’s so funny when she’s drunk.” a friend of yours says and points to you. Louis eyes widen as he sees you dancing on your bed. “I think it’s time for you to go.” he says and points to your friends. Quickly they walk out and Louis turns off the music. “Louis. I had fun.” you whine while standing on your bed. “That’s for sure.” he mutters as he tries to lay you down. “I’m not tired.” you giggle as he throws you your pyjamas. “You’ll be if you don’t sleep now.” Louis says and you try to pull your shirt over your head but stop at the half because you’re stuck. “Louis. Help me.” you beg him. Laughing to himself he helps you out of your shirt and into yours. After he helped you with your pants he lays you under the covers. “Try to sleep. I’m more then excited to see how you’re feeling tomorrow.” he says as you cuddle into your bed. Louis leaves your room while muttering “She is funny when she’s drunk.” under his breath.
Zayn: You just had another fight with your mum about your grades. She thought you don’t try had enough which wasn’t true. “Why can’t you do something right?” she screams suddenly. Tears start to form in your eyes and you storm out of your house just as Zayn wants to walk into the house. “Hi. Everything ok?” he asks but you just run past him not really sure where. You kept crying on the way and a few minutes later you found yourself in front of a bar. You kicked a few stones as suddenly a stranger talks with you. “Everything alright?” the boy asks. You shake your head no. “Well do you want a drink? I can get you something.” he offers you. Normally you wouldn’t accept this offer but right now you just wanted to forge so you agreed. You’re already down because of the fight with your mum so it didn’t take too long until you felt tipsy and didn’t notice exactly what happens around you. “How are you feeling love?” the boy asks as he lays his hand on your tight rubbing it up and down. You try to push it away but you weren’t successful. “Come on.” he whispers in your ear and pulls you out of the bar. Over and over again you try to free your arm but he was too strong. “Hey. Let go of her.” someone yells and just seconds later another hand grabs your other arm and pulls you into his chest. The scent smells familiar so you don’t try to defend yourself. “Let’s go home.” the voice says and you remember it’s the one from your brother. “No. There’s no home for me.” you yell as Zayn holds you even with your struggling. “Mum is worried. Come on. We want you home and talk tomorrow.” he says and pulls you closer to his side guiding you home.
Harry: You just turned 18 and this meant you wanted to get drunk. You didn’t care and celebrated with your friends in a club. You drunk a lot of alcohol and at the end of the night almost everyone was drunk. Luckily your brother agreed to pick you up. You walk shakily towards his car and Harry laughs as you keep telling him random things. “The sky looks sooo beautiful.” you sing as you look upwards. “It does.” Harry agrees laughing and starts to drive home as he has you in the car. At home he helps you up and stays with you until you fall asleep. The next day you wake up groaning as your eyes try to adjust the bright light from the sun. You try to sit up but your head feels like it will explode any second. Moaning in pain you fall back on your side. As you open your eyes you see a glass of water a next to it a paracetamol. Just as you want to take it you feel your stomach growling in a strange way and you get the feeling to vomit. Quickly you jump out of the bed ignoring the bad headache and run towards the bathroom. As you throw up you feel someone behind you holding your hair back. A hand runs up and down your back until you finished. You look behind you and see Harry. “How are you feeling.” he smirks. “I hate you.” you mutter as you wash your mouth. “Oh come on. I helped you.” he defends himself as he leads you back to your room. Quickly you take the paracetamol and lay back down. “Not so mature yet?” Harry laughs as he observes you. “Like you never felt like this before.” you mumble as you turn around to fall asleep.
