Harry: "...Missed...you...so much...," he mumbles between kisses, his hands on your hip. "Missed you...too..." you smile back, your lips meeting his as you reach for the buttons on his shirt. "Oh," Niall's familiar voice suddenly breaks the moment. "I just...I was just looking for Liam...nevermind...uh, you two can get back to that," he says quickly, racing out of the room with his cheeks bright red.
Louis: "That's my favorite shirt on you," you admit, tugging at the soft blue sleeve. "Wouldn't you prefer it off of me?" he counters with a smirk, peppering kisses along your jaw. "I think it would," you laugh, toying with the buttons. "Uh," Liam walks into the room, eyebrows raise. "Thought this was...nevermind...uh, carry on," he mumbles, quickly turning to the door and slamming it behind him.
Liam: "You've gotten even more buff since I last saw you," you purr, trailing your fingers along his biceps and golden skin. "You've gotten even prettier," he replies, reaching for the zipper of your dress. "Erm," Harry clears his throat nervously and nods at his fedora, resting on his bunk on the bus. "I just...I'll just get this and go," he grabs the hat and quickly turns around. "You two have fun...don't break anything."
Zayn: "Finally alone," you hum, shutting the door behind you and wrapping your arms around him. "Finally," he smirks, lifting you up and trapping you in a kiss. "Actually, not alone," Louis peeks his head into the door and waves his hand. "Was gonna see if you wanted to go get dinner with me and the lads," he waggles his eyebrows suggestively and shrugs. "Guess you've got better plans."
Niall: "So, I'm on tour with you for two days! What should we do first?" you grin, tossing your suitcase onto his bunk. "How about this?" he smirks, pulling you close as his lips meet yours. "This is a good idea," you smirk, kissing him back. "Mpmh," you hear someone mumble, jumping as someone crawls out from the back of the bus. "I was sleeping...didn't mean to interrupt...was just gonna get off the bus before things got, uh, intense," Zayn mumbles, letting out a yawn. "Oh, sorry, Zayn," Niall blushes, giving your hand a squeeze. "S'okay, gonna go in the hotel anyways...you two don't do anything stupid," he laughs, tugging a beanie over his head.
