Harry - he trudged his hips on top of yours and you turned to the other side of the bed, “come on, babe…” he dropped a swollen bottom lip from his teeth, “that wasn’t even believable.”
"What are you talking about?" You shook your head quickly, panting a little. You smiled up hastily, "Haz, that was awesome…"
"Babe…" he pressed his lips together, and raised his eyebrows. His body shook a little on top of you where he was resting himself, "we’ve done this enough that I know a real orgasm from you…"
"I just…" you managed your hands up from holding his hips and knotted the fingers, "I don’t know… I guess I’m just not feeling it… I don’t know, I don’t know what it is."
"Fair enough," he frowned once, pressing his lips down. He leant himself chest to chest with you, and drew the covers up around your bodies. He hugged you and pressed warm skin to parts of you, "but trust me, babe," he murmured dangerously by your ear, " the next one will be real…"
"Okay," you bit your lip, turning closer to him when his breath drew over you, "so maybe I am a little in the mood now…"
You caught his smirk before he eased himself over you again, “there’s my girl.”
Liam - you felt his lips tug down your earlobe, sucking for a minute before his hands wrapped around you, the covers flitting down so you tugged on them to keep them up, working under him, “mmm, yep…”
"Babe," Liam drew back, worry lacing his features, "you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," you brushed some hair from your face, "why… why wouldn’t I be?"
"I just…" Liam swallowed, stilling his body in the dark, window open enough for a shred of light from a full moon outside, "you don’t really seem like you’re in the mood, babe."
"No, I’m…" you tried, switching your words midway, "um, yeah, I… yeah… I don’t know what it is, babe. I guess I’m just not feeling it tonight. It’s not you," you held one of his biceps with your palm wrapping to squeeze it, "I swear, it’s not you. I’m just… yeah, not in the mood. I’m sorry."
"Hey," he held your cheek gently, "babe, don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry, okay? We can just cuddle. I like cuddling with you," he smiled and brushed the tip of your nose with his, "you’re the best cuddle buddy."
Louis - ”Give it up for (Y/N), the actress,” he snapped, rolling himself off you, pulling out and moving to the other side of the bed, frustrated. He crossed his arms over a bare chest still heaving from the effort.
"Lou, it’s not like that," you tugged the covers up to your chest before you tried reaching after him, "it’s just-"
"Just what, (Y/N)?" He threw a hard expression over to look at you, his body still stiff and away from you holding him, "save it. You should probably stay by the phone anyway, I’m sure the academy will be calling any second about your award."
"Hey, that’s not fair," you slapped his chest, "what am I supposed to say here, Lou? I just wasn’t in the mood… I guess I just wasn’t feeling it."
"You could’ve just said that, you know?" He turned to face you again, his voice a little softer.
"I know," you mumbled, pressing your cheek into the pillow, "I’m sorry…"
"Love," his eyes saddened and he shuffled closer again, holding your cheek and your arm with his palm rubbing the skin, "don’t be sorry, I’m… I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have cracked it, it’s okay. You get nights like that, it’s okay," he dulled his lips to your forehead, "I’m sorry for getting mad. I love you, babe."
"I love you too."
Zayn - you let him thread his fingers with yours as he leant you down on the couch, blocking the television from your eyes, a documentary you’d been watching all night. His lips hovered over your mouth agape when he drew down another kiss. You wriggled your body enough under his, trying to wedge your gaze over to the television when he knocked his head to one side. He tugged his lips back, sighing into your chest, “Zayn, what’s wrong?” You furrowed your brow.
"You’re… you’re not really feeling this, are you?" He glanced up slowly.
"What?" You tried scoffing, "yeah, I am… babe, I always am…"
'So, you weren't just trying to watch your show while you were making out with me?” He smiled out the next sigh, nodding his head, accepting your mouth dropping open a little further.
"Well, I…" you shuffled under him.
"It’s cool, babe," he eased himself up, fishing for the remote under the pillows and handing it to you, "I’ll, um…" he scratched the back of his head, "I’ll be upstairs. You can come up when you’re done here," he smiled once, and turned, leaving the room. You sighed, biting your lip back into the pillows, "love you," you called out after him hesitantly.
"Love you too," you heard back muffled, from halfway up the stairs.
Niall - ”Just… just say it,” Niall yelled across the room, shaking out humourless laughter, throwing a t-shirt over his head and kicking aside jeans and shoes on his way to the door.
"I just…" you gasped exasperatedly, crawling off the bed to follow after him, "I just didn’t want to disappoint you…" you tugged on his wrist at the top of the staircase.
"Babe," Niall knotted his brow at you, tugging himself back, "why would you even think I’d be disappointed by that? I love you… not getting between your legs… I thought you’d know that," he shook his head at you, turned and jogged down the stairs, two at a time.
"Where are you going?" You sighed after him, running a hand through your hair he’d ruffled up in foreplay.
"To sleep on the couch," he called back, huffing. He disappeared into the living room and you let him go.
"I’m sorry…" you mumbled after him again, weakly.
