Harry - his lips softened by your ear, where he kissed the skin, tracing downwards for a moment, “you look so sexy, (Y/N),” he whispered before he stepped back, smirk settling into a quiet smile. His hand found your waist, rubbing a circle as he glanced around, quiet corner of the room. He thumbed the material of your shirt before he cleared his throat, stepping back from you all at once, “that, um, that sounds really great, (Y/N),” he evened his voice out, “I hope it all works out for you.”
You felt your boyfriends arm around you, “hey, what are you guys talking about?”
"Nothing, mate," Harry shrugged, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket as he started to turn, finding your eyes before he moved, "she’s all yours…"
Liam - ”I know, I know,” you whispered into the phone, pacing the hallway quietly, “I just… let me figure it out. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
"Babe…" you heard your boyfriend over your shoulder and, when you turned, his smile lit up, feet quick as he reached you. You felt his arms wrap around you. You bit your lip.
"Um, so I’ll call you tomorrow, mum," you lied into the phone, "have a good night…"
"Baby, wai-" Liam’s voice hushed softly, before you hung up on him, glancing down. You turned into your boyfriend when he held you, "ready to go to bed, beautiful?"
"Yeah, yeah," you swallowed, "let’s go."
Louis - you groaned a little the way he pushed you up to the wall with his body pressing into you, keeping you where you were. You leant your head back, knocking the wall, closing your eyes, “Lou…”
"Say it, babe," he ran his lips along your neck, kissing in a line as you tilted your head, craning your neck for him.
"He’s gonna be home any second," you breathed, reaching hands up his back to run through his hair.
"I know," he knocked his hips closer, smirking as he hoisted you up, "that’s what makes it fun, babe…"
Zayn - he wrapped his fingers up with yours, entwining them before he lay your hand down, near his bare chest where the covers had scrunched, messy from what you’d been up to. You slunk your hand back from his to check your watch on the bedside table, “shit, I better get going…”
"Babe, wait…" he leant up the way you did, on your back when you were on your stomach, arms crossed in front of you.
You blinked in the darkness, “Zayn, I have to go,” you sighed, “he’ll be home soon,” you ran a hand through your hair to soothe a little, hastily, “what is it?”
"I just…" he pressed his lips together, before he changed his mind, "you’re right, you should get going."
Niall - “This is so wrong,” you managed out, wedged under him where his hands made marks on your arms as he held you.
"God, I know," his voice came out hollow, but he kept up pace with you, groaning a little more, with the way it felt, feeling it a little more. You shuffled under him, blinking upwards. You stopped and, a few seconds later, he did as well. He peered down.
You bit your lip, changing where you were looking, “I don’t wanna stop, though,” you chewed on the inside of your cheek, worrying a single tone.
"Me either," he shook his head, and swallowed thickly before he kissed you again, "me either…"
