Harry - words dripped like honey out of lips and it’s early morning but you’re both still in bed, under the covers, that stark contrast of creamy skin against white sheets and his arms are wrapping you, and everything you see is blocky, chocolate hair and your own draped down your back which is where he murmurs the words, sighs with his chin propped onto your spine, telling you things he’s never told anyone before, “I’ve never even said this stuff out loud…”
Liam - eager eyes pacing away the dim light that the living room is giving you and you’re laying back into him, with his legs spread for you to settle in between, against his chest with the fire playing a crackling tune you could almost hum to, his hands holding yours and you can feel the way his chest sways, heart almost beats up as he speaks softly, competing with the flames licking in the fireplace, “I’m really glad I can tell you this stuff…”
Louis - fiddling fingers faster than the water droplets cascading down the backseat of his car, where he parked in the middle of nowhere because it was raining too hard to even see, but he managed his body into the backseat before helping you over the console, easing you onto him so you could lay against him, feel his heart beat with a warm palm crossing over his t-shirt clad chest, finding solitaire there so he felt like it was okay, “I just… really need someone to talk to sometimes, and I’m really glad it’s you…”
Zayn - opening like the pages of a book, and you take them carefully like it’s one you could only ever find in a vintage bookstore, tucked neatly between shelves like a rare gem, which is what he is. Lips moving slowly when he turns to face you, cheek against the pillow and you’re doing the same, on the other side of the bed, peering over to him with the covers up to cover just how naked you both are, “can I tell you a secret, babe? Not because I have to, but I… I want to…”
Niall - drowsy enough when he tips the beer bottle to his lips again and places it back on the table, swallowing, pushing aside the empty bowls from dinner that you ate together, nudging your knee under the table to get you to smile when he’s grinning, biting his bottom lip before he sighs and let’s those walls crash, whatever energy he kept during the day, scowls away when he opens himself up, telling you all the little things that he worries about, when he thinks no one can see him, the way his eyes sadden for the second, “I can’t talk to anyone else about this, babe, only you…”
