Louis: His finger's trail down your arm, tickling your body all over along the way. His eyes move with his fingers, remembering every little detail about you in this moment. His gaze meets your lips, lingering just for a minute, before his blue daggers flicker to your eyes. "Can we go somewhere? Just us?" His eyebrows pop up and an irresistible smile take over his face.
Niall: His cheeks grow red and his fist begins to clench. He presses his nails into his palm as a small stress-ball replacement. The constant hours away from you lead to fighting and frustration from the both of you. The dark, angered blue are taken away from his eyes when he shuts them just for a second, only to take a deep breath and open his lids again. The bright brilliant blue is back, and his fingers relax. "Let's just talk, okay?"
Liam: His eyes pierce into your skin, you can feel him looking up and down every part of your body, savoring each second of it. His body presses into yours with force and dominant power, and his fingers overlap your hips, covering them whole. His tender lips press gently into your neck, kissing a delicate trail up to the sweet spot below your ear. Your head falls back, and he erupts into a small laughter fit from just knowing how much he's pleasing you. His warm breath tickles your skin when he whispers softly to your ear, "I need you.."
Zayn: Between tour rehearsals and interviews, the time you two have together dwindles down bit my bit and it's slowly becoming nothing. For the 5 minutes you do get to see each other, he looks at you with such sympathy you can't help but to feel part of this is your fault. "I'm going to call in sick today," he nudges his nose into your cheek. "I need to be with you, I don't see you enough. I'm tired of it." You can't help but to giggle because you know his intentions for the day. As he lifts you off of your feet and pulls you into his bedroom your stomach fills with butterflies.
Harry: "I'm sick," Harry whines into his pillow, muffling up a fake cough. "Don't go, take care of me." Because you don't get enough time to take care of him. There's always people around and he misses laying in bed and whispering secrets to each other like there is a room full of people. So you lie down next to the 'sick' curly haired boy, and you cuddle into his stomach. His arms wrap around you and he sighs of satisfaction, happy that you've decided to stay with him a while longer. That makes his temperature go down a bit.
