We decided to come to some random dive bar after one of our shows. I asked you to come on tour with me this time, not being able to bear being without you for months on end.

Niall was trying to flirt with some blonde, Zayn was brooding in the corner as usual, and Liam and Louis were obnoxiously singing into a tequila bottle.

You were talking to some girls you had just met, I guess missing being around other females. You often complained about being around ‘too much testosterone’.

I was more than a healthy amount of drinks in, my body starting to sway a bit even though I was sitting on a bar stool. I started feeling needy (I was a clingy drunk) so I hooked my fingers through your belt loops and pulled you closer to me.

My arm wrapping around your neck before nuzzling my face into the crook.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?”

My tone coming out needy and slightly slurred before pressing light kisses to your neck