Drunk

Calum. Michael. Ashton. Luke.

Calum


You giggled as Calum kept trying to distract you from helping him remove his shoes. He’d been in the area drinking with some friends but had gotten bored and had made his way over to your flat. You were in a surprisingly good mood for having been woken up at 2am.

He tried to pull at you to make you sit down next to him on your bed.

“Calum, stop!” you laughed, steadying yourself on his knees from your crouched position. Anyone walking in might’ve construed it for something else; “You need to take your shoes off.”

He played with your hair as you untied his boots, studying you as closely as his drunk eyes could: “You’d be such a good girlfriend.”

“Erm.. Thanks?” you tugged off his left boot, face contorting with confusion – not that he noticed. Where was he going with this?

“No… seriously,” he swayed a little, closing his eyes, “you’re so nice and sweet. You like all the same things I do – you’re like a guy but you’re not because you’re a girl who has boobs.” He giggled to himself a little, “Mike kind of has boobs… does that make him a girl?”

You shook your head, a bemused look on your face, “Mike’s a guy, babe. You’ve seen firsthand that he is.” You shuddered a little suddenly remembering the – far too many – times you’ve seen his…erm…

Calum was oddly silent for a while as you finally got his right shoe off;

“Can you undress yourself?” you asked. He slowly opened his, starting to pull his shirt off. He swayed a bit more, struggling with getting it any further than half way up his tanned torso.

You sighed as you stood up, “Arms up.”

He lifted up his arms and you pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the side. When you turned back to face him he had the cutest pout placed upon his lips.

“Skinnies too, babe.”

You groaned as you watched him struggle just to undo his belt, realising that you would have to help him with those too.

He stuck his bottom lip out at you, his eyes barely open, “Help, please?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I hope you have boxers on, Calum Thomas.”

His face creased as he thought, “I think I do.”

“Fuck sake, Cal,” you muttered. He chuckled. You carefully pulled the waistband of his jeans over, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted the band of his Calvin’s; “Thank fuck.”

This caused him to laugh a little too loudly and you shushed him for fear of waking up your neighbours. “Sorry, babe.”

“Stand up,” you tugged him up by his forearms. He placed his hands on your shoulders to stop himself from falling over. You quickly pulled them down to his ankles, sitting him down so you could struggle with the rest of the fabric. You discarded them with his shirt and shoes.

“You’re far too good to me,” Calum mumbled laying down. You walked over to your bedroom light and switched it off before climbing in next to him. All was silent and you thought he had fallen asleep.

“?” he slurred, rolling over to find you in the dark.

“Mmhmm?” you looked at him. His eyes were fully shut.

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?”

His words took you aback. Surely this was just the drink talking? Your thoughts were cut off when he snuggled further into you, resting his head on your pajama-clad chest.

You ran your fingers through his hair, taking your chance to admit how you felt towards him given that he probably wouldn’t remember in the morning; “You’ve never asked.”

“Oh.”

Everything turned quiet again for a few seconds.

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Be my girlfriend?”

You blew out a puff of air from your nose, “Ask me when you’re sober, Cal.”


Michael


*Leaving you a voicemail* “Babe! I looooove you! Ash says I should’ve called you earlier because apparently I’m a bit drunk now but you don’t mind, do you? Of course not! Oh my God! The music here is soooooooo good! You can’t see me now but I’m totally dancing for you right now. Maybe I’ll get Cal to snapchat it to you later… I had something to tell you but I can’t remember what it was…. Oh, yeah! I saw a squirrel earlier and it reminded me of you, ya know, because you’re so little and cute… and you really know how to nibble on deez nuts – if you know what I mean!”

*Michael drops his phone*
“Ooopsy! I dropped my phone and Ashy just caught it so it’s not smashed! Ten points to Gryffindor – or whatever it the fuck it is that they say. *Michael goes silent* I wish you were here. All these girls keep trying to grind on me but I’m a good boyfriend and I don’t want them to; I only want you to dance with me so I keep telling them I’m gay with Lukey and now they’re all avoiding him and he has no idea why. *Michael laughs* Cal says “hi” by the way! He’s being my fake boyfriend whilst Lukey’s in the toilet. Malum isn’t real, just so you know, and neither is Muke. Apparently Cal and Lukey are team Cake which makes me kind of sad but then I remember that I have Ashton and we all know Mashton is real! Not as real as though – that’s for life! Imma go! Love you! Bye!”


Ashton


The first thing that you saw when you opened your eyes in the morning was your phone light up. Curiously, you picked it up. You laughed when you saw you had 3 new voicemails, thirty-seven text messages and numerous snapchat notifications – all from your boyfriend, Ashton. This usually meant one thing; he had gotten drunk and had gotten up to his usual antics all whilst managing to capture the night through texts, and somethings, videos. You were pretty sure there would be countless snapchats sent from his personal account.

You started off with the text messages; they were usually the most kosher. You were right; they were mostly sweet little declarations of love and him telling you how much he missed you. You then decided to play the first voicemail:

“Hey baby… you’re probably asleep right now but I just wanted to say that I love you and I miss you. Me and the guys are going out in a while to see what Paris has to offer. I really wish you were here with me; it doesn’t seem right being in the city of love without you. Anyway, I’m going to go. I’ll try to speak to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

You played the second message:

“Bay-bee!” His voice made you giggle. You could tell that he had already had a few drinks, “I loooooooooooooove you! Check your Snapchat!”

Although short, his message still made you feel all warm and fuzzy. You opened up the Snapchat app on your phone and, sure enough, he had sent you loads of snaps and short videos. You clicked on his story, getting comfortable in your bed so that you could watch it. The screen soon filled with your vision of a boyfriend giggling away, seemingly to himself. He waved at the screen:

“Hi bay-bee. I love you!” You gathered that this was taken around the same time as he had recorded the second voicemail, “I’m going to take you on a virtual tour of Paris seeing as you can’t be here.”

The next few snaps were a series of pictures of Ashton posing away outside buildings and there was even a video of him trying to balance a croissant on his head, his curly hair acting as a makeshift pedestal. You giggled away at him, feeling slightly bad for whoever he had roped into filming him – probably Calum. You looked at the timestamp in the corner that indicated the length of the story; it seemed to be a long one – a very long one. You watched the rest of the story contentedly, laughing harder with each clip as Ashton got more and more drunk.

When the story was over, you checked your last voicemail. It was from a very giggly Calum:

“; it’s Cal. Ash’s just been trying to call you on… wait for it… a biscuit! He’s pretty drunk but he wants to say ‘goodnight’ anyway,” his voice became quieter, “Ash! Say goodnight to !”

He must’ve been holding it up to him because Ashton’s voice soon rang out in your ear; “Goodnight baby-bee! I luh you!”

Calum’s laugh soon followed, “I’m gonna put him to bed now. Night!” He hadn’t ended the call properly because you could hear Ash in the background yelling, “I don’t want to sleep with you, Calum! Cashton’s not real!”

You laughed, ending the call. You definitely weren’t going to let him hear the end of this.


Luke


“Say, ?” Your best friend Luke appeared by your side, a bottle of beer in each hand. You were currently at some family member’s birthday party bored out of your mind.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever been drunk before?”

You thought back; you were barely 18, “Nope.”

He tipped one of the beers at you, smirking; “Fancy it?”

You smirked back at him, “Bring it, Hemmo!”

He handed the beer to you and led you over to a vacant table in a far off corner. You started off slow, taking your time to drink the cold beer before Luke started plying you with shots.

After a couple of hours, endless drinks and some highly energetic dancing on your part, you were both absolutely hammered and the night was drawing to a close.

The opening bars of your favourite slow song started to play, making you squeal.

“I love this song!” you grabbed his hand, “will you come dance with me, please?”

“I’m not sure,” he was drunk but not that drunk.

“Please Lukey?” you pouted at him.

He rolled his eyes but stood up anyway allowing you to lead him over to the nearly empty dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him as his hands found your hips.

“Thank you for coming with me Luke.”

He smiled down at you, “You’re welcome. I’ve really enjoyed tonight and I have to say; you look really pretty tonight.”

You blushed. You had worn a dress, teaming it with a pair of converse and, although it wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary, wearing them made you feel pretty good.

“You look rather handsome yourself,” you complimented him back. He was wearing his usual ripped skinny jeans, black t-shirt and boots. He had long discarded his leather jacket on the back of his chair given how warm he had gotten after a few drinks.

You both just stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Getting completely lost in the music and the alcohol, you felt yourself rising up onto your tiptoes as he bent down slightly.

You soon felt his sweet lips on yours. He tasted like beer and somewhat fruity from the various shots you had both been taking.

The sound of the DJ calling for couples for the last song cut you off, causing you both to pull away. You swayed a little from the drink.

“Let’s get you home,” he mumbled into your ear. You could only nod, suddenly feeling really tired. Grabbing his jacket, Luke led you by the hand outside where the cold hit you hard.

He placed his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you into a warm hug whilst you waited for a cab. You squeezed him in appreciation.

“Hey ?”

“Hmmm?”

“Would you want to go out with me sometime? Y’know; when we’re not drunk and I actually have the balls to ask you out?”

You just smiled up at him, nodding, “Anytime.”

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