Ashton: He had just gotten home from touring a few hours ago, and you both had yet to move from the couch. "I really should go and shower." Ashton said after hours of content silence. You lifted your head from his chest, gazing into those hazel eyes. They were soft toned with undertones of brown, making him look tired. "Do you have to?" You asked, you were content with just laying there for the rest of your life. He giggled and you smiled at the delightful sound. "I probably should." He replied, rubbing his hand along your back. You pouted and humphed. "Why don't you join me?" Ashton raised an eyebrow, and your pout quickly turned into smirk. "Bubble bath?" You proposed, lifting yourself further up on your elbows. Ashton wiggled his eyebrows playfully and groaned, "Ugh you know me so well!" Quickly, you both hopped off the couch and soon your cuddles switched to much more wet ones, but still cuddles.
Michael: His job was incredibly busy, so moments where it was just the two of you alone were blessings. You were lying on the floor, on top of the comforter taken from your bed, with the pillows lined against he couch. You had attempted to make a fort, but you both got too lazy and decided to quit while you were ahead. So you popped in Ted, a movie in which Michael knew too many references from, and watched together. His head was lying on your stomach as you both watched. "There is shit on my floor!" You both laughed, repeating Mila Kunis' infamous line from the movie. "Could you imagine if one of your teddy bears could talk?" Michael asked you. You pondered it for a moment, "I can tell you if I came home to shit on the floor you'd be cleaning it up." He flipped over, laying on his other side facing you, "You would make me do that?" He asked, appalled at the thought. "I'm sure as hell not touching it." You told him once again, and you two began laughing. Of course, for the rest of the movie, you repeated the lines and went back and forth between who would clean up the hypothetical shit on the floor.
Luke: "This is so uncomfortable." Luke groaned as you resituated yourself in his small bunk on the bus. When you brought your hand up, you accidently hit Luke in the stomach, making him grunt. "Oh babe I'm sorry." You told him, grinning at him although it was dark, and you couldn't see much. "That's ok." He told you, his voice seemed strained. "I wish there was something we could do." You said, "I feel like I'm going to kick you or something." You head Luke chuckle lowly in the darkness. "Well, you already nailed me in the stomach." "Hey! I said I was sorry." You whined. "I know, I'm just kidding." Luke pulled you close to him, as if you could get any closer, and placed a kiss to your forehead. "In a bit we'll be at the hotel, and then we'll be able to have sprawl out on a nice comfy bed." While that did sound appealing, you knew once in the hotel room that you both would fall asleep in each other's arms.
Calum: "Y/N. Y/NNN." His voice whispered into your ear, stirring you awake. "Hm?" You asked, keeping our eyes shut tight and your voice groggily. "Y/N." Calum repeated, this time more stern, making you pry your eyes open and roll over to face him. You tucked your hands under the pillow and sighed. "What do you want?" "Can we cuddle?" Even with half your face smashed against a pillow you could still form a questioning face. "Why can't we just cuddle when I'm sleeping." You had no clue what time it was, but the feeling of a 100 lb weights on your eyes was giving a hint. Calum stuck out his bottom lip and wrapped his arm around your waist under the covers. "But it's not the same when you're asleep." You didn't understand his reasoning, but any chance to spend more time with Calum was worth it. Even if it meant waking up a little earlier then usual for a morning cuddle.
