Liam:"Stay." He mumbled, his eyes betraying him as they closed slowly. "I don't want you to leave." He sighed, reaching for your arm and tugging you closer to him, until you were right over him on his bed, staring down at his drunken figure. "Li, you're plastered." You giggled, but he shook his head no and pulled you until you lost your balance, rolling over him to the other side of his spacious bed. "Stay." He whispered, wrapping an arm around your middle and finding the best sleep he's had since the last time you stayed over.
Zayn:"I don't think you should be driving tonight." He muttered, gripping your wrist lightly, afraid if he lets go he'll loseyou. "Zayn, I'm not that drunk, I can dr-" "No." He stated strictly, already making up his mind that you weren't leaving him to a cold bed tonight, nuh-uh, no way. And even though most of his thoughts were blurry as he sat on his couch, holding your arm, you were clear as day, staring at him with bright eyes and all he wanted was for you to stay. "Don't leave me."
Louis:"There are a lot of things you don't know." He muttered under his breath, angry that when he finally got his night out with you that guys wouldn't stop hitting on you. All he wanted to scream was 'She's mine, fuck off!' But he couldn't, because you weren't his. "What?" You asked, your tone softening as you ducked down to meet his gaze. He caught your eyes and stared for as many beats as his drunken heart could handle, before he had to look away, smiling to hide what he was really thinking. "Nothing." He smiled, squeezing your hand to prove it. "It's nothing."
Niall:"How can you not see it?" He yelled from the other side of your spacious living room. He held a throw pillow in his white knuckles and threw it to the side, knocking a mystery item over. "Can't you see that I've gone out of my way for you for years? Last week I brought you Chinese at 3 in the fucking morning! You think I'd do something like that just because you asked? Fuck no!" He yelled, startling you. He took strides towards you and you cowered away. He gasped inaudibly, but took another step. "Don't be scared. I just need you to know that I love you." He whispered, reaching out to cup your face. "I've always loved you."
Harry: "What am I supposed to do?" He sobbed into his hands, hiding his face from you. "She'll never ever want me back." He cried, and your heart broke a little, knowing that this girl would never be you. "Harry, anyone would want you, you're smart and funny and handsome and-" He cut you off by grabbing your face and pulling your lips to meet his. He tasted like mint and bourbon and you were melting in your drunken state. "It's you." He murmured, kissing you again and again until the sun disappeared.
