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Harry: “M’tired, (Y/N).” Harry yawned, his droopy eyes studying you as you watched the movie from the couch. You turned your head to look at him, smiling at his sleepy expression. “Wanna head back to take a nap?” you ask, reaching for the remote to turn off the movie. “No,” he said, shaking his head lazily. “Wanna stay right here.” Harry placed his head in your lap, nuzzling his face into your thigh. You giggled, tangling your hands in his soft hair. He sighed happily, pushing into your touch. He feel asleep almost instantly, the soft glow of the TV in the otherwise dark room illuminating his peaceful features. You smiled softly at Harry napping soundly in your lap, his eyes sealed shut and his mouth open slightly. You restrained yourself from carefully tracing every inch of his face and turned your head back to the movie.
Liam: Liam had to be at an interview in less than a half hour, and had yet to get himself out of bed. You had tried everything from poking him to kissing him. But he wouldn’t budge. “C’mon, Liam. You have to wake up now,” you coax, pushing his hair out of his face. His eyes finally cracked open a little bit, only to tightly shut seconds after. He grumbled lowly, pulling the covers up around him tighter. “No.” You sighed in defeat. You knew he’d be upset if he was late, but he wasn’t making this easy for you. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t get out of bed now, Li,” you warned. He threw back the covers, and you thought you had finally convinced him to get up. You found you were mistaken as Liam stayed in bed but simply wrapped his arms around your waist. His strong arms pulled you into his body before he brought the covers back up, around both of you this time. He kissed your head, his eyes remaining closed. You just rolled your eyes, but cuddled up into his chest anyway. He smiled tiredly, dozing off again.
Louis: “Well hi Lou.” Your boyfriend had just gotten home from the studio less than a minute ago, and the first thing he did was come into your bedroom and collapse on the bed, pulling you into his arms. His head was on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your hips. He hadn’t even said anything, not even a hello. He just sighed in relief as soon as he was curled up to you. “Long day,” Louis grumbled in reply, nuzzling his face deeper into your stomach. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked him, fiddling with his hair. “No. Maybe when I wake up. Which I don’t plan on doing for a while.” You giggle, but Louis grumbles in protest and wraps a leg around your own legs, squeezing you tighter. “Shhh,” he hushes. “You’re cute when you don’t talk.”
Niall: “Ni? Where are you babe?” You called into your dark apartment as you stepped through the front door. You pouted slightly when no response came. Today had not been your best day and you were really tired and just wanted to curl up with your boyfriend and call it a night. You tried not to let your shoulders slump as you walked up the stairs, kicking your boots off when you reached the top. You dragged your feet down the hallway to your bedroom, nudging the door open when you got there. You were greeted with an adorable sight. A blonde boy lay sprawled out on the bed, his figure taking up most of the bed. He was facing away from you, but you could hear quiet snores from where you were. He looked like he had literally just fallen into bed; he was still fully clothed, shoes and all. You smiled and rolled your eyes, walking over and lifting up one of his outstretched limbs. You slid under his arm, laying down next to him. His arm immediately tightened around you, and you felt his breath on the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. “Hi, babe.”
Zayn: Everyone knows Zayn loves to sleep. He’ll sleep anywhere, anytime, and when he’s really tired, on anyone. Zayn fell asleep on you constantly. You knew how hard he worked everyday and you just let him be. So right now, you two were in the back of a car taking you home from the boys’ venue in London. He was passed out, head in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist. He was absolutely dead after tonight’s show, and you could tell that as soon as he got in the car, he would be out like a light. You were used to this, but that didn’t stop it from being absolutely adorable every time it happened. You pulled your phone out, opening up the camera feature. You thanked the dim glow that was coming from the backseat lights because you didn’t have to turn on the flash. You snapped a picture of his sleeping face, and contemplated sharing it with the Internet. As you studied it, you thought maybe you would keep this one for yourself.
