Harry - you smiled, nuzzling closer to his chest with the blankets drawn and your body draped by his, hand rubbing circles at the small of your back, his other entwined with yours, over his chest. He smiled down when he saw you do the same, “what are you smiling about, baby girl?”
"Just this," you giggled, burrowing into him further, "just this. It’s nice. I like laying with you…" you sighed down, inhaling his afternoon cologne, "I wish I could just stay here forever."
"Well," Harry swallowed quietly, "maybe you can…" he finished it trailing.
"What do you mean?" You rustled up onto one elbow.
"I mean," he did the same, "move in with me, (Y/N), I mean it, I… I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just never knew how to ask…"
"Are you serious?" You cautioned the words, head tipping a little, enough.
"Yeah," he smiled, taking your cheek in his hand, "babe, of course I’m serious, I… I want you to move in with me."
"Well then, I guess I’m moving in with you…" you pressed your lips to his, "roomie…"
Liam - he swung his hand with yours, and you felt something drop there in his palm. Giggling, you scrunched until you could hold it and he draped his hand back to your fingers. You stood, swaying with him in his living room, “what’s this?” You held up the small key, eyeing it cautiously.
"It’s…" Liam took a breath, "it’s a key… to my place. I want you to move in with me, (Y/N)…"
"Wait, what?" You had to sway back a little.
"I mean, only if you want to. It’s not like I’m commanding you or anything, and you can just keep the key so you can be here anytime you want," he held your waist, then your sides, then your arms, "but I… I really would love it if you moved in, (Y/N), only if you want to, though…"
"Liam, I…" you tried to take his hands, holding in laughter.
"Because I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, you know I would never do that to you, I…"
"Liam," you squeezed harder, "I would love to live with you, okay?" You took his face, a gentle kiss on lips until you made it deeper.
Louis - you shuffled your body next to his in bed, another night staying over. He roped you in his arms and you giggled down when he burrowed close to you, peppering kisses across your neck. “Mmm, this is nice…” he groaned against you.
"Yeah," you breathed, "it really is."
"Thanks for staying the night," he nestled in, till you were forehead to forehead, bodies curled and knees knocking, "I was thinking, maybe, you could stay the next night as well, and then the next, and then the next, and I don’t know, maybe all the nights after that…"
"You think?" You giggled, heady breath in a balmy cloud around you both, "that sounds like fun."
"Is that a yes?" He giggled.
"I guess it is…"
"You make me so happy," he breathed, closer to you, kissing your lips and taking your face in his hands.
Zayn - ”Look at the time, I should probably get going,” you yawned, stretching up from laying over Zayn’s chest on the couch. He helped you up, hands holding you and holding your limbs as you stood.
"Do you really have to go?" He widened his eyes to looking down at you.
"Yeah, I do…" you sighed, holding his rough cheek, "you’ve got work in the morning…
"No, please stay," he threaded fingers with yours, "stay, please? And I don’t even mean just tonight. I mean, like…" he ducked his head to keep going, "forever…"
"For… forever?" You peered up slowly from under lashes unblinking.
"Yeah," he breathed and made you a smile, "forever…"
Niall - ”Move in with me?” You almost stumbled back off the dining chair when he blurted the words, looking over at your face a little shocked on the other side of the table, “sorry,” he chuckled down, almost blushing, “I just… I’ve been wanting to ask all night and I didn’t know how to ask, and I feel like we’re ready, babe, and I love you and I probably should have planned this better, but…”
"You want me to move in with you?" You dropped your fork, resting it by the edge of your plate, leaning over to enclose a little distance.
"Yeah," Niall breathed, relaxing at your eyes, "I… I really do."
"Then I guess I’m moving in with you," you giggled over his pasta bowl, to press your lips to his.
