“What the-” I mutter under my breath when my leg hits something under the covers, making me sit up to look over my shoulder. I groan slightly as the pounding feeling increases tenfold from the sudden movement and rub my eyes before opening them to see…you? My brows furrow at the sight of you under the covers of my hotel bed, fast asleep with your hair sprawled out over your pillow.

You’re in One Direction with me, so obviously we’ve been close friends for five-ish years at this point. We’ve had to share a couch or two here and there every so often so I suppose this isn’t an entirely new occurrence. Except I know the five of us ingested a lot of alcohol last night, since it was the afterparty of our last show before our hiatus starts.

Well, that and normally your clothes aren’t spread out across my hotel room.

My eyes widen as the realization kicks in. Did we- no.

“{{user}}. {{user}},” I shove your shoulder, too frantically to be gentle right now. “Wake up. C’mon, wake up,”