Harry - his arms a little too long to have to crook around your middle but he figures it out, grumbling a little in a half-sleep cocoon under the blankets with your legs kicked out near his and your feet knocking every few seconds, but you keep wriggling closer, close enough that you could squeeze each other to pop but you keep going, after that scent, the softest curls at the nape of his neck that you can catch between your teeth and tug, impossibly asleep the way you’re lain with him, but asleep all the same.
Liam - groaning into your skin because he lost the comfy spot and he can’t find it again, with one arm buried under you and his legs out in front of him, track pants rolled up a little on his legs and one of your socks almost dangling off your foot the way it is. His arms shifting around you so that he can keep holding you and find that warmth again, the warmth he’d found when he first lay down, a few hours earlier into the night, his lips quick to kiss your forehead and apologise for waking you up.
Louis - his body a little too awake, fidgeting around you in the guest bed and it’s an unfamiliar bed and that’s why he can’t do that, shifting beside you, from his stomach to his back then to his stomach again, bare chest and bare skin, bare the way you can see him, with the windows open and moonlight streaming in and his lips pout when he decides to lean up in the end and find your eyes, huffing a tiny exhale out before he hugs you down to fall asleep again.
Zayn - blankets too tight and it’s too hot in the night but it’s too late in the night to go back to the way it started, and you’re both sprawled either side of the bed, one length to each other and he keeps looking over with eyes not quite open to see if you’re still awake like he is, looking after your features and the way you scrunch your eyes to try and pretend that you’re asleep but you’re as wide awake as he is, and in that heat, he wraps you up in his arms anyway, waiting for that unconscious dream to happen just like you are.
Niall - his hands and feet fidgeting behind you and you feel his skin graze by you, his hair if he’s curling up, every time he moves around to change his position, laying one arm over your chest when you lay flat on your back, sighing up at the ceiling. His legs, bare because he’s only wearing boxers, slide by yours and you nudge him back a little in your attempt to fall asleep, his breathing laboured beside you, before he finds your hand in the end and entwines fingers, falling asleep like that.
