ONE DIRECTION PREFRENCES* REQUEST CLOSED*

waking up*

Harry:

Every part of you is tangled together, like a puzzle piece. His legs are in-between yours and his arms are wrapped around your waist. You are pulled flush against his chest, your head resting lazily on your shoulder as his rests softly on the top of your head. You can feel his hot breath as he wakes up from his sleepy state, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "Mmm, morning beautiful." He grins.

Louis:

Most of the time, you are awake first. You don't have the heart to wake him up from his slumber, so you lay against his chest, lightly tracing patterns on his toned abs as you hum random songs. The smell of his aftershave filling your nose as you shift to look up at him, smiling when you see the familiar blue eyes staring down at you. A small smile on his face as he rubs your side with his hand, shuffling to face you. "Hi," he breathes..

Liam:

Surprisingly, you and Liam both sleep late when you have the oppurtunity. You both drift in and out of sleep as you push closer into his chest, his arms gripping around your waist as he continues to hug you. Him being the biggest spooner, you lazily become the little spoon with him being the bigger one. His breath hitting your neck as he presses soft kisses here and there, mumbling slurred words, that barely making any sense with his sleepy stage.

Niall:

His arms are tight around your shoulders, bringing you as close to his chest as you can possibly get. The comforter and sheets are tangled in-between the two of you, still scrunched up and bundled in random spots due to the previous nights activities. His hand mindlessly runs through your hair, twirling strands in his fingers as he looks down at you, admiring how you look when you sleep. Peaceful, happy, and cute.

Zayn:

It seems like hours before both of you fully get up, the both of you fighting against the sleep that seems to take over you. Neither of you wanting to leave the comfort of the bed as you snuggled closer into his chest, seeking the warmth that he gives off in the bundle of sheets and pillows. His hands absentmindedly search for yours in the sea of fabric, intertwining them together as he turns on his side, playing with each of your fingers.