Harry - you tripped over a pile of shirts in the bedroom, giggling and eyes up when you saw the sheets move, Harry stirring in bed. He tugged the covers down over his bare chest, “babe? That you?” He rubbed his eyes with one palm scrunched, fisted.
"Shh…" you stumbled over and crawled across the mattress, "I… I can’t wake Harry, o-okay?" You crawled closer and leant down, nudging one knee to rest between his legs.
"Babe," Harry chuckled down, "I’m Harry…" he croaked.
"No, no, Ha-Harry’s at home, s-sleeping," you giggled, curtains of hair falling over, brushing by Harry’s shoulders. You raised your hands to cup his face. He pinned your wrists and held them down.
"So, I’m guessing you had a fun night, yeah, babe?"
"Uh huh," you slurred in, laughing, lips pressing to his, kissing, "how… how are you feeling now, babe?" You pressed yourself to his lips harder, "mmm, you taste better than Niall…"
"What, babe?" He murmured in the dark, unblinking, "you’re crazy, girl. But I’m a little bit better…"
Liam - ”Hey, you,” Liam held his arms out, some kind of a shaky laughter when you fell into them, “doing okay?”
"Uh huh, husband…" you burrowed up to his neck and inhaled the smell of warm sheets and laundry, kissing what you could.
"Why… why do you keep calling me that?" Liam asked nervously, helping you up to the front door.
"Because you… oh," you giggled down, stepping into the house and almost falling your way across the foyer, "I can’t… I can’t say, because y-you will skin Louis alive…"
"Did he…" Liam breathed, letting go of you. He turned to close the front door, turning back, "(Y/N), what exactly did he say to you?"
"Nothing," you curled one finger to beckon him closer to you, peeling aside the front of your dress to skin hot and bare, "but um," you tiptoed up to him, and wrapped arms around his neck, "just in case you were w-wondering," you trailed your lips to his ear, to breathe out, "yes…"
Louis - ”(Y/N), come on,” Zayn groaned, pressing the t-shirt into your palms again, “put that on, will you?”
"Why?" You giggled by him, "I know you like me better in this…" you swung your limbs comically, around your bare waist, a few steps forward that made you stumble.
"This is not happening," Zayn murmured to himself, looking up at the ceiling. He pressed back but not enough to get away from your hands out, "you’re… you’re Lou’s girlfriend…"
"I k-know," you giggled, taking his hands, "and you-you’re Zayn!"
"Yeah, but…" you fiddled his warm palms and carried them up to your chest, placing his palms over either of your breasts to squeeze. You bit your lip and giggled down, to gaze up through fanned eyelashes.
"Come on, Zayn…" you groaned closer, when he let his hands stay there, "just a little kiss…" you heard him swallow, lips closed, eyes wondering, "just one… little - oh, God…" you broke back, cupping your mouth. You stumbled back, turning to run into the ensuite. Zayn sighed and jogged after you, finding you bent over the sink. He sighed again, louder and gathered your hair in his hands, holding it back. He rubbed your back respectfully, palm sweeping the skin.
"Just let it out, (Y/N)," he murmured quietly, reluctantly, "that’s it… just let it out…"
Zayn - ”Get some rest, (Y/N),” you heard Harry call over his shoulder, in blurred words when you heard it, the front door closing as he left. You giggled up the stairs, feeling your way down the hallway walls for the bedroom, when the light suddenly flickered on.
"Ah…" you groaned down, covering your face, hair falling in front of your features.
"Well, well, look who came stumbling home," Zayn smirked, arms crossed by the bedroom door, "how you feeling, babe?"
"Super…" you stumbled closer to him, "splendid…" you smiled across your face and reached him, wrapping arms around his neck.
"That’s good, babe…" he grinned, "wow," he reeled back from your breath, "remind me not to let Harry take you out again…"
"Harry," you snorted, burying your face in his chest, "he… he’s no fun. He didn’t… didn’t even want to play karaoke, babe…"
"Aw, no," Zayn pouted down, kissing your forehead, "maybe next time we’ll get him to play, babe, but let’s get you to bed now… maybe next time…"
Niall - ”I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” Liam shifted in the car seat, pulling up to the traffic lights, stopping enough that he could turn and help you back over the console, re-buckling your seatbelt.
"Pffft," you laughed, letting him do it, "yeah, you… you know. You’re packing heat…" you burst out laughing, "hey, can we stop for food? I’m hungry."
"No, (Y/N), I’ve gotta get you home…" Liam rolled his eyes, taking off again, when the light turned, your back against the leather seat and you were still for the moment.
"Wanna know how big Niall is?" You sniggered, waggling eyebrows over to look at him.
"So, um, food, (Y/N)," he changed the subject, nodding his head and looking forwards, the road he was driving, "sounds good. What are you hungry for?"
