One Direction preference

You get drunk at a party and he takes care of you.

Harry: Harry was practically carrying you to the bathroom, his feet dragging him as quickly as he could. Still, your mouth opened against his shoulder, a small amount of vomit covering his sleeve before it hit the floor. He ignored it for the moment, pulling a band from around his wrist as you finally made it to the toilet, heaving everything you'd taken in that night. He pulled your hair from your face sloppily, tying the band around the locks. He knelt beside you, his hand rubbing at your back until you were finished, completely exhausted and taking you to bed, smiling to himself as you slurred your thanks to him a small whisper of I love you before your eyes closed.

Louis: You giggled loudly, standing on your tiptoes, trying to get your phone from Louis. "No (Y/N), I know you. You're drunk and you're just gonna say things you regret. This is me trying to take care of you because if I don't you'll be all upset tomorrow and I'll be the one cleaning up the mess." He looked down, his hand remaining in the air. You grumbled something at him, sighing at you held onto his side, your hands moving down his legs as you sat on the ground. He slid down the wall next to you, your eyes barely open. You always went from one extreme to the next when you'd been drinking, dancing to yelling to confession to sleeping. Just when he thought the night was coming to an end and you were at your final stage, you let him know that your confessions hadn't yet been fulfilled. "But I just wanted to text Louis and tell him I love him." Your mouth parted and eyes closed as your last words sent you to bed.

Niall: You hadn't kept up with how many drinks you had, what you'd ingested that night. As soon as Niall saw you he was worried. You were in a corner, barely concious, your eyes drooping. "Come on (Y/N), talk to me." He leaned down next to you, standing again to bring you from the commotion of the crowd, the blare of music in the house. He lifted you in his arms, carrying you upstairs to a bedroom, your words coming out slurred, barely comprehensable. "You just brought me up here to sleep with me didn't you?" You giggled. "Nope, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He smiled back at you, his eyes focused on yours, hazy and drooping. "I want to go to sleep." You mumbled, Niall immediately making you sit up so you wouldn't. "No, I don't want you to go to sleep on all of that. I actually need you to get sick." He laughed, his words almost cueing the bile to rise from your stomach, Niall lifting a trash can to your mouth before you could spew all over, relieved that you'd actually gotten sick, a thought he never imagined he'd have with you.

Liam: Your hips moved back and forth, stumbling in your high heels your head falling back and meeting a pair of lips. Your eyes were cracked slightly, able to see that you were surrounded by a group of guys, hands grasping at your body while you moved sloppily to the beat of the music. "Excuse me." A voice called, another hand reaching through the crowd that was around you, grabbing hold of your arm. You nearly twisted an ankle getting out, falling into Liam's arms, laughing as you looked up at him. He kept you by his side, making his way outside, to where there was less of a crowd, a few smokers gathered on the porch. You almost slipped down the stairs and Liam let you go, watching as you leaned back on your elbows, knees pulled up while you sat on a step. He took a place next to you, just needing to be in your presence, to make sure you were okay in your drunken state. "You just wanted to get me all to yourself." You nudged him, your breath tinged with alcohol. He shook his head, wrapping an arm around you. "I just needed to make sure you were okay." He started but by the time he was moving on to his second sentence you'd moved your lips onto his, thanking him for taking care of you and feeling emotions you hadn't felt when you kissed any other guy that night, glad Liam came to your rescue.

Zayn: Your head throbbed as you sat up, feeling for what was behind you. Zayn mumbled in his sleep, only a towel balled up to give a little cushion to the back of his head. You tried to recall what happened the previous night, your brain seeming to pulse with the more you thought. There was a party you knew but your memory wouldn't come back from what actually happened while you were there. The only thing you could remember was the upchuck of fluids into the toilet, your eyes blurred from tears and Zayn. Zayn was there. You remembered his hand on your back, his fingers wiping the streaked makeup from your face, and finally you remembered falling asleep in his arms, not a care in the world that he was sleeping on a hard floor, his only concern that he remained with you for the night.