Can't Sleep

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FIRST OFF, SUPER SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING LATELY. I'VE BEEN WORKING 9-5 AS A FIRST GRADE "TEACHER". SO I CAN POST AFTER WORK BUT I'M EXHAUSTED AS FUCK. PLEASE FORGIVE FOR THE SLOW UPDATES FOR A WHILE. SECONDLY, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO ARE VOTING THEIR ASSES OFF! YOU DA REAL MVP <3 LASTLY, I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU. JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW IN CASE YOU DON'T HEAR IT OFTEN. PLEASE ENJOY!


Ashton:

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Ashton questions from behind you. You turn your head and look up at him, then looking back down at your tea. He comes over and sits down beside you on the chair out looking the city on your balcony. He wraps a strong arm over your shoulders and pulls you close to him, kissing the top of your head. "Couldn't sleep?" You nod your head.

"What about you?" You ask in a whisper as you lean into him. Ashton smiles and stares out into the night sky, admiring the city lights.

"I can't sleep when you're not there." He utters with a cheeky grin. You purse your lips together and smile, resting your head against his shoulder.

"Sorry." Ashton shrugs his shoulders and pecks the top of your head.

"No need to be sorry, just finish your tea and then come snuggle with me."


Calum:

"Y/N?" You look over the top of your laptop towards the bedroom door. Calum stands in the dark doorway in nothing but his boxer briefs. He rubs his head, making you laugh at his bed head. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"Um, I couldn't sleep; I have too much on my mind." You state, looking back down at your laptop. You had to get a bunch of expense charts done by tomorrow (or later today). Though you had finished it early yesterday, you just couldn't get your brain to stop worrying over making it perfect. Calum walks over from his spot in the doorway and sits down beside you at the work desk in your lounge.

"That looks fun." He mutters sarcastically, causing you to smirk.

"It's great fun." You reply with a soft smile. Calum reaches over to you and saves the document before slamming the lid of your laptop down. "Cal, baby, what are you doing?" You ask before he slings you over his shoulder and begins carrying you to the bedroom.

"You need to get some sleep and I need someone to cuddle with." You smirk and roll your eyes. Needy bastard.



Luke:

You stare up at the ceiling in your bedroom, restless beyond belief. You wanted more than anything just to fall asleep, but you had so much on your mind. Luke was leaving for tour in the morning and you were worried about him like usual.

"Babe." Luke mutters out, rolling onto his side and slinging an arm over your body. You hum out lightly in response and let your eyes cascade on him in the darkness. "Aren't you tired?"

"Yeah, but I can't sleep." You say sadly. Luke props his head up with his arm and stares down at you.

"Why not?"

"Just worried." Luke leans over and presses his lips to your cheek.

"That makes two of us." He mutters before lying down on his back and pulling you onto him. You roll onto your stomach, tangling your legs with his and resting your head on his chest. Luke then spends the rest of the time you're awake by humming and lightly singing you to sleep.

Michael:

You stare into the fridge, well after two in the morning. For some reason the light in the fridge was oddly mesmerizing at this hour, mostly because you were tired as hell, but couldn't seem to sleep.

"Y/N?" You jump out of your skin and quickly spin around. Michael is standing at the edge of the kitchen, eyes squinting at the brightness and colorful hair sticking every which way. "What are you doing awake?" You shrug and close the fridge door.

"Can't sleep. I'm just not tired." Michael smirks over at you in the darkness and stands against you, pecking his lips to yours. "What are you up to Mr.?"

"I know a way to make you tired enough to sleep." You chuckle and roll your eyes. Michael leans down and kisses your earlobe a few times, creating many chills, then he nibbles softly on your skin. "Actually I know a lot of ways."

"Okay," You agree after Michael continued to whisper dirty things in your ear, "Make me tired." 

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