Harry - you turned to the other side in bed, pressing a cool cheek against the pillow, sighing in the end. You turned over again, worrying yourself a little further down under the covers. You peered over at Harry, fisting the sheets to tug them down your body further. He was turned to the other side, his bare chest rising and falling with every breath. You wriggled out a palm and held his bicep, shaking a little, “Harry… Haz…”
"Mmm, I love you too, babe…" he mumbled in his sleep.
"Haz, wake up," you shook a little harder, until he sniffed, turning towards you, his eyes opening slowly. He swallowed at first, before he woke up and found you aside him.
He murmured to you sleepily, “what’s up, baby girl?”
"I can’t…" you huffed, "I can’t get comfy…" you sighed in the end, smiling at yourself.
"Come here," Harry leant out one arm, for you to wriggle your body closer to his, his arms wrapping you up, "I got a spot for you…"
Liam - you threw the covers down when you felt too warm, heat radiating up from your legs so you kicked them a little, shifting the sheets around you and turning over onto your stomach. You sighed into the pillow, inhaling its cool scent like leftover cologne, shutting your eyes before they dulled open moments later. You turned over again, groaning.
"Babe…" Liam murmured slowly, "what’s going on with you? You’re all…" he leant up on his elbows, "you’re all fidgety tonight."
"I can’t get comfy, and I’m too hot so I took the covers off but now I’m cold, and I…" you trailed off, groaning again. You buried your face into the pillows, tugging the covers back up with one hand, "I just can’t get comfy tonight, I don’t know what it is."
"Let me help you," Liam made his way over to your side of the bed, bundling you up and spooning you from behind, "let me get you comfy, yeah?"
Louis - you pushed yourself back to the other side of the bed from his chest and an arm draped over you. You settled the limb back over his stomach and scrunched up your own pillow, hugging it your chest when you tried to curl up, bending your legs up and holding your knees to your chest. You let them drop a second later, the pillow crinkling under your head resting over it. You tossed it to the floor, and sat up, peering over at Louis, soundlessly sleeping beside you. You punched his arm, “Lou,” you groaned, rubbing a hand down your face. You punched his arm again, “Lou, wake up already…’
"Ow," he snapped his eyes open, grumbling, "what the hell was that for? I didn’t do anything…"
"I can’t get to sleep," you pouted down, when he leant up a little, "I’m all uncomfortable…"
He sighed, finding your eyes in the dark. He paused for a moment, before he woke himself up a little more, and sat up, fighting a yawn. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, “lay down with me, babe,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ll get you comfy, come on.”
Zayn - you kicked your legs out under the covers, listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, sputtering a little when Zayn ran his toothbrush under the stream. You sat up enough to turn your pillow over to the other side, letting it cool you a little. You kicked under the covers again, trying to untangle them from your limbs, all knotted like a frenzy.
"Stupid covers," you reached under with your arms to yank them free.
"What’s that, babe?" Zayn poked his head around the corner from the bathroom.
"Nothing," you sighed over, frustrated, "just can’t get comfy in this stupid…" you kicked again, laying back, "stupid bed…"
"Babe," Zayn chuckled, wiping his mouth. He disappeared again before the light went off and you saw him, padding across the floor to meet you in bed. He wriggled in beside your body, and lay down, taking your arms and holding you to him, "let me take care of that yeah?" He chuckled, "before you take it out on our poor mattress…"
Niall - you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You turned over to blink at Niall’s watch resting on the bedside table, telling you it was three in the morning. You groaned, and ran a hand through your hair, turning over to face Niall again. His eyes drooping shut, he exhaled softly, one arm crooked upwards, hugging the pillow to his chest. You wriggled your limbs around on the sheets for a moment, before you faced Niall again.
"Niall," you murmured, softly at first, "you awake?"
He didn’t answer, so you wrapped a palm around the pillow and slowly started to tug it away from him.
"No," he grumbled, waking up a little, "don’t take my pillow…"
"I can’t get comfy," you whispered across to him.
"That’s no good, babe," he murmured, eyes still closed. He swallowed for a second, chasing consciousness before his eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, finding you in the adjusting darkness, "you want to lay on my chest, babe?"
"I’d like that," you smiled slightly, "thanks, Ni."
"S’okay, babe," he leant one arm out and let you fall into him, "my girl’s gotta be comfy too, you know?"
