Zayn:Panting. Sweating.Moaning. You couldn't help but think of what happened the night before even in your dreams. Last night was the first time you made love to Zayn, while you weren't a virgin it was so new to you. Zayn was experienced and it well showed with his precision and stamina. The way that he touched your body with gentle fingers and pressed into you with force and dominance. You were one to love to feel protected and respected by a man. It baffled you how he knew exactly what you wanted with just a look in your eye. That morning you woke up to the sun shining through Zayn's London home and an empty spot next to you. You took a second to gather your thoughts, I mean, he couldn't have left you alone in his place. When you heard Zayn singing to Chris Brown and pots banging, you got the idea of where he could be. You grabbed your black lace lingerie set and Zayn's oversized v-neck. After getting dressed, you walked down his dark stained wooden stairs and into the kitchen. You smiled at the sight and he turned around shocked when he finally saw you leaning against the doorway. "Y/N, how long have you been up?" "Just a couple of minutes, you?" "A while, I wanted to feed you in bed." He then walked over to you and lifted you onto the counter. He laid a kiss onto your lips and cradled his body onto yours. "You're amazing, Y/N." You jumped off the counter and got your hands on the pancake batter to help him out. He put his hands on your waist as you stirred in blueberries. "Zayn, I'm really impressed that you tried all this." "Only for you, love."
Liam: You can't really consider it a morning after, to be completely honest. You stayed up all night talking about everything. Liam and you agreed to not get involved until you guys were sure you were in love. Liam was different than any other man that you'd ever dated. The way that he made love to you was so powerful. Once everything was all said and done, you were waiting for the guilt to wash over from having sex with him, but it never did. You waited and waited to feel like it was time to cry because he wasn't the one. It just never happened.Truth be told, you two basically knew that you were in it for the long run. By the time it was eight o'clock in the morning, Liam was drifting off to sleep with your body enclosed in his. With his eyes barely open, he looks into your eyes and says,"Y/N, one day I'm going to marry you." That when you realized there was no reason to feel guilty, Liam was the one.
Louis: You awoke to a bright eyed Louis hovered over you kissing your neck. Once he saw your eyes opening, he placed a kiss on your lips and strung out a ,"Morning, love." He grabbed your hand from under the cover and led you downstairs to the kitchen. You were only in your lingerie and he was only in his boxers. He turned on his iPod and Bruno Mars' 'Somewhere in Brooklyn' started playing and he sang to you as you sat on the counter watching him get out ingredients for cinnamon rolls.Little Miss Perfect, sitting at the train stop, red Nike high tops listening to hip hop. You scrunched your nose as Lou came over to give you an eskimo kiss. He grabbed your hands and started twisting them as he danced. He lifted you off of the granite topped counter and you two moved your body in crazy motions along to Bruno's song. You to started running around his entire house singing. When you were actually back in the kitchen and Louis was putting cinnamon rolls in the pan with much assistance from you, you realized that you could get used to mornings like this with him. That was exactly where you wanted to be.
Harry: It was a night in at your apartment with Harry. You two ordered Chinese and watched a classic movie together. The Hangover. He had this look in his eyes that made you go crazy. It made you feel like even more of a woman. His green eyes were hooded with lust. You sat there in lace boy shorts and his Ramones tee shirt. He hovered over you and attacked your neck with kisses and left love bites all over your neck. He basically branded you that night and no other man could even try to compare to what happened that night. When he was taking off your top, Ed Sheeran's 'Kiss Me' came on your iPod. Harry smirked at you as you lifted your arms to rid yourself of your top.Settle down with me. Cover me up. Cuddle me in. He placed the most delicate kisses down your torso. That night, your fingers ran through his curls and rubbed every inch of his body. He looked at you, memorizing every piece of your body. As you clutched onto each other that night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face. You never planned when you would have sex with Harry, you just wanted it to be perfect and he exceed your expectations. You woke up the next morning to a note from your beloved Harry. "In the studio with Ed ;) Breakfast is downstairs, see you soon babe."
Niall: "Princess. Princess. Y/N, wake up, love. Princess, it's mornin' time." You were up to be honest, but if you stayed asleep you could listen to Niall's voice. His voice was like sick. The way he rolled the 'r' in Princess sent you to heaven and beyond. Against your better judgement, you opened your eyes and met Niall's deep blue orbs. "Oh good, Y/N, you're finally up." You just chuckled and shook your head as you finally set up, clutching the duvet to your body. You'd never been one to be too confident with your body. You weren't a supermodel and you thought that Niall would judge now that he could actually see your body in the morning light. Niall grabbed the blanket and called out to you,"Don't cover yourself love. You're beautiful." He slowly pulled the blanket out of your hand and revealed your naked torso. "Y/N, I studied every piece of your body last night," he leaned in to kiss your neck,"that scar on your neck, the little stretch marks on your stomach, and the birthmark on your leg." He uncovered your bottom half and lifted your right leg and kissed the oddly shaped marking on your leg. You'd never had someone even care to appreciate your body. This was a first to you, which left you completely speechless. He brought himself up to kiss your lips and he ran his hands through your hair. "Thank you, Niall."
