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Are you cold?

Louis: Meanwhile he’s completely warm, wrapped like a cocoon in the knit comforter. His eyes go wide as you glare at him for stealing all the warmth. “Yes,” you say slowly, sarcasm clear in your tone. Louis only giggles, eyes crinkling oh so adorably. You can’t stay mad for long, especially when he lifts the covers and beckons for you to squeeze in. You guys somehow manage to tangle yourselves so close together that the small blanket acts as an even bigger cocoon. “We’re a human caterpillar,” he suddenly announces, voice muffled into your shoulder. “We are one, (Y/N).” It’s quiet for a moment before you burst out into laughter and tell Louis how much of a dork he is.

Niall: He’s already removing his scarf and gloves, offering them out to you, a mere feet away. Your cheeks flush red as you nod your head and he puts the scarf around for you. Not too loose nor too snug, he does it perfectly. The soft feeling and scent of his cologne puts you at peace. And when he holds your hands to slip on his matching mittens, you feel everything warm. You’re shivering badly and he wonders if you need his coat as well. You quickly assure him it’s fine. Little did he know that the shivers was a tiny effect on what your heart was doing when you wore his things.

Liam: As soon as you nod your head yes, he reaches above your head to turn off the air condition. He rejoins you back under the warmth of the huge blanket, purposely closer than he originally was. “My nose is cold,” you muse, touching it with your pinkie nail. Liam boops your nose and then again, slower this time. His eyes stay focused on the way your nose wrinkles. He chuckles and does it once more before rubbing his own nose against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as he does so, breathing in his aftershave. “We have to get up,” he says, noses still touching. A gust of wind exits his mouth and fills your nostrils with the minty smell of toothpaste. “But I’m not warm yet,” he finishes quietly. A sneaky hand grazes the hem of your flimsy shirt. “Help warm me up, will you love?”

Zayn: Instead of a cheesy exchange of him taking his blazer off and draping it over your shoulders, he pulls you to his side and shares with you. Maybe he did it to have an excuse to stare at you. All you know is his blazer is awfully warm and it’s awkward to walk side by side (there were a few shoes stepping on and lots of apologies) but it works out since so many people have formed a crowd around the two of you. Three fingers hold your side to keep you upright, squeezing ever so gently every time you grabbed his blazer to steady yourself. An awkward walk down the block and you’re finally at your destination. He then drapes the blazer on your shoulders, kisses you goodnight, and leaves with your number in his pocket.

Harry: "Because my nipples are hard." Harry rubs them through his thin white shirt for emphasize. He laughs at himself and then offers you to cop a feel. You pinch his third and fourth nipple playfully, causing him to jump theatrically. "Careful with the money makers, babe," he murmurs quietly. Nevertheless, he pulls you into a tight embrace. On impulse, his lips find their way to your temple and kissing it delicately. Your heart fluttered at the littlest things he did. You couldn’t see anything thanks to his smothering grip, but you didn’t want to. You felt as if you could take on the world as long as Harry was there. Suddenly you’re not as cold as you use to be a few minutes ago.