Harry - is clinging to the headboard so much that it dents the wall, with both hands on top of you, like a wave crashing into your grasp each time you open your mouth and you groan again, holding his hips to calculate each sway, passionate kisses trailing down your neck, “I’m so-so sorry, baby,” he could only grit his teeth to say, dropping his forehead to yours when he found your eyes, “baby, never again…”
"Never fight again…" you gasped under him, reconnecting all those parts that slipped like seams unravelling when it started a few hours ago, "fuck, I love you…"
"Love you too, baby," he dropped heaving his chest, bucking that last strain into you, "shit, I love you too."
Liam - is gasping for air, but not his own, your air and the tiny murmurs that make no sense when you both say them, wriggling under the covers to find that spot, his hips colliding with yours when he holds your face in his hands and positions himself on top of you, “please, let’s…” he swallowed to say, “never fight like that again…” he shook his head and buried it between your breasts, where he felt you warm and pulsating under him.
"Never," you nodded after him, "just… God, I need to feel you."
"You got me, babe," he rushed his lips to your neck and attached a section to suck down and gnaw, "you get all of me, babe…"
Louis - is grinding up to you so close that you have to blink back to keep eyes from rolling to the back of your head, everything about him so quick and energetic that it splits, your eyes locking so he can get all the parts back that you took when you started fighting, “God, I missed this…” he wrapped an open-mouthed kiss up to your jawline, biting down on the skin there, “I missed you…”
"Lou," you bit your lip to keep every other word in, moaning out the end of his name the way it spilt from your lips.
"I know, babe," he gripped your thigh in his hand and held it up higher to get in further, and pound something out of you deeper, "I know…"
Zayn - is feeling the kitchen pantry doors trapped under your back when he presses you against them, his body knocking you up to it, clothes on the floor, and when he nods, you jump to wrap your legs around his waist, knowing he’ll hold you, “I’ve got you, babe,” he grunted in, “fuck, I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…”
"Don’t be," you bit your lip and held his cheeks, kissing his lips to let breath linger there, "fuck, don’t be…"
"I just…" he had to breathe it out, plunging himself into you over and over, "I just want you to feel good again…"
Niall - is holding your skin so tightly that you can feel the marks from his fingertips, thinking about how they’ll look in the morning, holding you tighter still, his hands wrapping your thighs up so that he can get you to bend your legs, and let him in. You try to tug him tighter with your arms, to feel more of him, “Ni, I don’t wanna fight anymore…”
"Me neither, babe," he swallowed the words out, his voice careful and shaky, breath coming out in gasps when he settled between your legs, "I don’t wanna fight anymore either…"
"Let’s just…" you gasped for air, and never finished your words, too lost in what you were remembering to care.
