"Pint of Guinness on me if you'd like one, Liam. And you too, Zayn." Niall grinned, taking a step into the first pub. It was an Irish one that featured multiple Irish flags and lots of Irish sport shown on the telly. The lighting was dull and felt very homely. People were dancing everywhere and Irish tunes were blasting from the speakers, Niall was in heaven and Zayn and Liam couldn't help but laugh at his cultural jig. "I'll have one, mate." Liam responded and Zayn opted for one too. With a grin, Niall ordered three and handed them out.

"I've never had Guinness before." Zayn muttered, sipping it. He let the taste fall on his tongue for a second or two before deciding the flavour was alright: he'd probably have it again if he had to. It tasted a tiny bit like chocolate and was sort of sweet, however he did have to admit that he preferred his fruiter drinks.

"Like it?" Niall asked, Zayn nodded and was quickly engulfed in his hold, being squeezed tightly. "Good. It's my favourite."

"He means it's all he drinks basically, Zayn." Liam smiled and Niall rolled his eyes, even though the statement Liam made was partially true, "I drink other stuff, Payno."

"Vodka coke for pre drinks doesn't really count." Liam laughed and Niall shrugged, ordering 5 cherry sourz shots while Zayn quietly watched and bobbed his head to the Irish anthems.

"Go on, Liam. Do a shot with me." Teased Niall, holding one out in front of the lad's face. "Okay, okay.", he replied, taking it, "On the count of three, we'll both take them. Three..."

"Two..." Niall sat the tray of shots down next to him and held one for himself.

"One..." The two lads down the shot in seconds and winced at how sour and harsh it was against their throats. "Tasted like sweets." Niall said, laughing.

"Yeah. Or like a cherry Bakewell but I guess that makes sense because it's cherry sourz. There's three left," Liam wrapped his arm around Zayn. "Did you want a shot too, mate? It's okay if not." He asked.

The boy thought about it and shook his head, "No thank you. Maybe later?" to which Niall grinned and did two of the shots. Liam did the other, their faces showing almost instant regret when the sour taste fell down the back of their necks, and wrapped an arm around Zayn, "That's alright because they're all gone now... Reckon we should go to the next club and request the dj to play some absolute bangers?"

Zayn giggled, "I've heard your bangers.. And they're not good."

Liam chuckled, fondly rolling his eyes, "Well what music do you like then?" He rubbed Zayn's side, keeping him comforted and close by. He didn't want Zayn to feel left out or anxious at any point so he made it his job to support the lad, all while having fun and getting completely hammered. "I like indie.. and alternative. Brit pop." He said softly and smiled, Liam smiled back. "You'd be a good rockstar, I'm sure."

Niall whistled and walked out of the club, a hand on his own hip with a strut to his heel. If he had the capabilities to, Zayn reckoned Niall would be a model on a runway. His body and actions were made for it and Zayn could definitely picture him in the next Daniel W Fletcher collection at London fashion week. Zayn blushed softly, looking away to hide the gentle colour of pink which covered his tanned face. "Thanks. My favourite band at the moment is Priestgate but it constantly changes..."

"I'll have to give them a listen." He bit his lip and held the door, "After you." Zayn took a step out, almost stumbling a little and it'd be a shocker to say that he was slightly tipsy after one drink, he assumed that's what he got as karma for never consuming the substance. Liam trailed after and they headed into the next club, it was more upbeat and full of University students that simply wanted a good night. Early 2000 English hits were playing and the DJ was in the moment, everyone's hands were everywhere and it was slightly overwhelming for Zayn.

"Drinks on meeee." Niall slurred, leaning against a wall. He was completely pissed now and it was an amusing sight, Zayn stayed close by the two and Liam rubbed his back to reassure him. "Having anything, Z?" The boy nodded, thinking it would be better to have another drink or two to relax his nerves and put him into the mood than to just stand and watch everything that was going on. It wasn't that he hadn't drank before at all, it was just that drinking was still strange and new to him. He had only done it at home with his close friends nearby, nothing like this.. "I'll have one. Sex on the beach. Please." but maybe it'd be a fun experience for him?

Niall let out a loud laugh, "Okay. I'll make sure to let them know that you want sex on the beach."

Zayn blushed deeply, biting his lip. He faced below and shifted his feet together, he'd really have to get used to Niall's humour. "Yep."

"Alright. That's enough. I'll join him in the cocktail club and have a pornstar martini." Liam said, eyebrow raised at Niall who was in a fit of giggles, ordering the drinks at the busy bar. "How you feeling so far, you good?" The younger boy questioned and Zayn nodded shyly, "I think so.. It's just a lot, I'm used to a quiet environment with Disney films on." He joked, "I'm doing okay... Just gotta get used to it."

"I'm glad. Always here for you." Liam softly whispered by the boy's ear and tucked a falling piece of hair behind it. "Let me know if it gets too much?" Different coloured lights were shining upon his face and maybe it was the alcohol in his system but Liam was pretty sure that Zayn was the most gorgeous person in the whole entire club right now. "I will... You've been really nice to me lately, Liam."

"I've been trying. I told you. You deserve better than how I treated you and I'll spend my whole life making it up to you if I have to."

"That.. Means a lot." He responded and Niall shoved their drinks into their hand before toddling off somewhere into the crowd, chatting away and dancing with himself. "He's drunk and in his own world. Care to dance with me?"

Taking a sip of his drink, the boy nodded and took Liam's hand. Admiring how tasteful the drinks were, they walked into a crowded area and found space for themselves, drinking their drinks and dancing. "It's nice to be out with you, Niall always wanders off like he has done tonight and I'm often left alone to talk with the lasses here - but now I've got you, and I like that." Smiling, Zayn held his drink to his chest, "This is my first time properly out.. So I can't say much about past experiences, will you come with me to request a song?"

"Only if it's a good one," he laughed and Zayn shot him a glare, "Whattt? You said my music was bad. It's only fair."

"I guess so." He responded softly, finishing his drink. He sat the empty plastic cup on a nearby side and made his way over to the DJ, Liam following swiftly behind so that he didn't lose Zayn within the crowd of sweaty, horny bodies that were desperately dancing upon each other. The lights were becoming normal to Zayn and the alcohol was hitting his system, his confidence was growing and he felt completely fucking amazing, especially when he requested 'In My Element' by 'The Clause' and heard it playing a couple of minutes later. Pulling out some classic dance moves on the dance floor, strays of light shining and his head a blurry mess after just two drinks, Liam laughed and joined him before the two headed back to the bar and got another two cocktails. "I admit, it's a great song."

"Thank you, thank you. It makes me wanna dance every-time so that was an experience." He chuckled, tipsy. He ran a hand through his own hair and looked around, feeling the cool air from the nearby door hitting against his face. He was warm from dancing and the air was just what he needed, Liam smiled goofily and wrapped his arms around him, "Let's find Niall and go to the next club? The next one is mine and Niall's favourite.. It's strictly rap songs tonight and karaoke too. I reckon I could beat Niall in a game of who can rap the fastest."

Looking up at Liam, he nodded, "Alright. Sounds okay, fresh air sounds alright too... Didn't realise just how warm I was."

"Yeah, me too." The man responded, eyes straying around the club as he looked for the Irish dude. "Niaaaallll." He sang out which made Zayn giggle, "Where areee youuuu?"

"I see him. He's over there." Zayn said and pointed to a corner in which Niall was sat in, talking to someone. He was laughing away and he was clearly pissed, drunker than Liam and Zayn combined. The person he was with was sat on his lap, a hand to Niall's face. "Oh my gosh."

"Does he know he has University tomorrow?" The boy queried and Liam fondly snickered back, "Z. He's skipping. I will be too."

"Oh. I don't plan on skipping. I'm doing my work when I get back." He uttered and Liam rubbed his side, knowing full well that Zayn would probably be hungover tomorrow, especially as this was his first time drinking in months. He doubts that Zayn would even want to go to university, or do his work when he enters the dorm later in the night. "We'll see about that."

"You will see." He reassured him.