Ashton:
You stir awake to the sounds of mumbling coming from beside you. At first you thought you were hearing things or just dreaming. But after a few minutes of listening intently, you hear the speech from the body beside you. You knew Ashton talked in his sleep when he was sleep deprived and stressed. It also just so happened that this was his first night back at home after tour, so it added up.
You roll over to face Ashton, who is lying on his stomach with his face towards you. His curly locks are covering most of his face, but you can see his lips and one eye.
"You have to go get the thing." He utters, barely moving his lips. You narrow your eyes and slowly adjust so you were laying the same way he is. "Baby, you have to... you have to get the thing." He says again, moving his hand and tapping you lightly, he must've felt your movements. You begin softly brushing Ashton's hair back with a tired smile on his lips.
"What thing Ash?" You ask, trying to hold in some laughter. He stirs only slightly and drapes one arm over your torso.
"That thing." He says, more sternly than before. You smooth Ashton hair back before pressing your lips lightly against his forehead.
"Alright, don't worry, I got the thing. Just get some rest, okay?" Ashton mumbles an inaudible word before pulling you towards him and clutching onto you for dear life. "I love you." You whisper in his ear before the both of you drift further into sleep.
Calum:
You sneak into your shared bedroom late at night, trying your best not to wake Calum. He was passed out in your bed after a long day of writing and recording. You had gotten home late from a night out with your girlfriends and didn't want to wake him.
As you begin undressing in the corner of the room by the clothes bin you hear Calum begin talking. Thinking he had woken up and was speaking directly to you, you answered with a, "What?" This time Calum's words were more forced and slightly irritated.
"When do we have to get the pizza?" He asks in all seriousness, sitting slighting before falling back onto his pillow. You bite down on your lip as you realize he's completely out of it and quickly finish undressing.
"Uh, I don't know. When do you want to get it?" Calum shrugs his shoulders in a large manner as you crawl underneath the blankets.
"I just don't know when we have to get it." His voice is husky with sleep as he says this in an aggravated way.
"Okay babe, I'll go figure out what time after I take a short rest." And with that Calum says no more and before long you hear his deep breathing again signaling that he was finally out.
Luke:
"Can we just play drums a little bit more?" Luke whines tiredly as you try your hardest to contain the laughter from your mouth. The sleep talking had begun maybe five minutes ago and you couldn't help but flick on the bedside lamp and record the whole thing.
"Can we what? Play the drums?" You ask. Luke nods his head before turning onto his back and letting his head fall limp to the side. "But babe you don't play the drums, Ashton does." He groans and pouts his bottom lip out.
"I wanna play the drums." You slap your hand over your mouth and turn your head away from Luke, a large smile plastered on your face. You turn the camera onto yourself and shrug your shoulders.
"Okay, you can play the drums but you need to go to sleep right after." Luke mumbles something you couldn't make out and turns away from you on the bed. You stand from where you were kneeling and climb onto your side of the bed, turning the camera off and setting it down. "Night sweetie."
Michael:
About two minutes ago you woke up to Michael speaking in his sleep. It freaked you out at first, but now it was just entertaining. You lay in bed next to him, your hand on his chest as his arm holds you tightly.
"I wanna make out." You smile up at his sleepy face and bite your lip.
"You want to make out?" You ask and Michael nods his head. If his eyes were open and his voice wasn't so low you would've thought he was fully awake. "Why?"
"'Cause, I wanna make out." He simply answers. You snicker quietly and sit up so you're hovering over his face.
"Alright." You lower your lips down so they softly touch Michael's. For a moment he doesn't move, but then he moves his face away.
"No. No, I don't wanna make out." You roll your eyes and lay your head back down on his chest.
Not five minutes later, Michael was begging to make out with you again before the sleepiness completely took over.
