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Louis: His body reacts immediately to the quiet alarm, hand grabbing frantically at his phone to silence the unwelcome alert. After only a moment, his body rolls to the side of the bed, groggy mind knowing that if he doesn’t get up now, he never will. Quiet shuffles to the bathroom are interrupted by his toe catching on the side of the dresser, causing a short, whispered burst of profanities. You involuntarily turn your head on your pillow in response to the sound, not quite conscious. “You alright?” you mumble, sleep speaking more loudly than your voice. “Yeah, sorry love.” He replies in a hoarse whisper, moving on to the bathroom. You attempt to wake yourself up, but the crease of light under the door makes your eyes shrivel closed again like a slug in salt. A few minutes later he comes back out, attempting silence as he slides his clothes on. “You off?” You ask quietly. “Yeah. And I probably won’t be back until late. We’re filming today.” He replies in a low voice and steps to the bed after he’s slipped on his shirt. His knees bend one by one as he props his feet up to tie his shoes. Then his hands easily find their way on either side of you as he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Have a good day.” He mutters and hovers over your face for a moment, enjoying the fact that your tired eyelids can’t be bothered to open. “You too. Try not to break anything.” A small, impish smile spreads on his lips, his eyes squinting in a silent laugh. “I’ll try. Love you, babe.” He responds with one more quick kiss to your forehead before disappearing from the room.
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Zayn: “Zayn. Zayn. ZAYN.” You giggle to yourself as the sleep falls from your mind and you poke at the seemingly boneless lump beside you. “Zayn, babe, you’re going to be late. Get up.” You try not to laugh as he lets out a silly groan. “But I don’t want to get up. I’m in hibernation.” He responds in a stupid voice and stuffs his head under a pillow. You sigh and shake your head. “Get up, you big baby. And don’t give me the vampire routine again.” Another moan of protest escapes from underneath the pillow and you smile at his ridiculous behavior. He never did like the fact that you were a morning person. “Wouldja keep it down, at least.” He whines and you roll your eyes. “Work, bub. You’ve got to go to work. I’ll be quiet once you go to work.” His hand pulls the pillow down, revealing a confused face. “Once I go to work? That doesn’t even make sense!” He shakes his head, sleep warring with his amusement. You laugh. “Come on, the boys are waiting for you.” He dramatically sighs and sits up, the sheets ruffling on his legs. “I hate mornings.” “I know.” His side glance makes you giggle again. “You’re crazy.” He shakes his head with an endearing eye roll and throws the covers off as his feet hit the floor. “I love you.” You call cheekily, a grin still on your face. “You’re still crazy!” he calls back, nearly to the kitchen, an amusing mix of sleep and silly still in his voice.
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Niall: “Seriously?” his gruff voice speaks into the dark, willing time to reverse so he can get just a few more hours of sleep. The bright light from his phone shines on his face as he checks the time and silences his alarm. A low groan comes from his throat as he turns over slowly, unhappy about the hour and the fact that he has to get up at this hour. You breathe in deeply as you’re jostled from sleep and turn over towards him. “Only three more days until your day off. You can make it.” You whisper, your voice still lost somewhere between dreams and reality. “I don’t know if I can. I’m exhausted.” He grumbles and rests the crook of his arm on his face. “Babe, I’m so tired.” He adds and you take a minute to respond, your own body aching for more sleep. “I know you are, love. But you can make it.” He sighs heavily, an annoyed moan buzzing his lips as he forces himself into a sitting position, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. His elbows find his knees, his hands his face, and his fingers work to remove the sleep from his eyes. You summon the only energy you can find in your body and crawl over to him, hands circling his waste and cheek finding his shoulder blade. You sigh and close your sleepy eyes. His arms rest on yours, thankful for the support. “Three more days.” You mumble again and smile into his shirt. “Three more days.” He repeats and nods his head, positivity coming back as his mind wakes up.
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Liam: The first thing you’re aware of is a strong arm wrapping itself around your waist. “Is it already time for you to leave?” You lean your head back, your legs molding to his. “I’m afraid so.” He mumbles apologetically, as if there’s something he can do about it. “It feels like we just went to bed.. you must be exhausted.” You frown, eyes still shut. “I’ll be okay, babe.” He mumbles into your hair, obviously fighting the urge to slip right back into sleep. Everything feels too comfortable for a morning he has to leave for work. “Want me to make you coffee?” You offer. “Nah.. you’ve had a long week, go back to sleep.” He quietly speaks, painting your temple with a kiss. You can’t help but smile at his soft heart as he sighs into your neck one last time before lifting his body from your side. “I love you.” You smile through your sleep, watching him as he quickly gets ready to leave. “I love you more.” He states as if it’s the most matter of fact thing, placing his wallet in his freshly donned pants. “I’ll see you tonight, then?” “Of course, love. I can’t wait.” He flashes a grin and slides a jacket on. “Tell the boys I said hello.” You smile, eyes half-closed. “I would, but if I talk about you any more they might throw me out of the band.” He jokes, his voice now more awake, but still hushed. You giggle. “I doubt it. They need you.” He laughs. “I don’t know, they might get on fine without me. Can’t take any chances.” He counters in play, lips grazing your cheek once more. “Have a good day.” He smiles and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “You too.” And with that he’s out the door, a spring in his step just like always.
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Harry: “Harry?” You question, confusion made even worse by your groggy mind. A soft moan meets your inquiry. “Harry.. aren’t you supposed to be at work? Do you know what time it is, babe?” Another groan comes from his mouth, high and playful. “Harry..” you speak again, waking up and turning towards him, though firmly in his grip. “Babe it’s nearly half past six. You’re dreadfully late already.” His arms pull you closer, your face forced to smash against his chest as his arms work to silence you. A sleepy grin plays on his mouth as he traps your legs with his and half rolls over on top of you. “Harry—” “Shhhh. I’m tryina sleep.” He mumbles with a breathy giggle and holds you as close as he possibly can. “Babe..” You sigh and allow your body to return the cuddle. “Are you skipping again? This is the second time this month.” You quietly chuckle. “I can’t help it. It’s your fault.” He mumbles, his voice thick with dreams. “My fault? My fault? That’s not even fair.” You protest quietly. “But it iiis..” He playfully whines, his voice hoarse. You briefly glare up at him. “Just like you to blame it on me.” You sarcastically play and he grins through closed eyelids. “Be quiet and let me sleep, you big dummy.” He croaks. “You’re just so endearing I can’t help it.” You chatter sarcastically. “First it’s my fault, then you tell me to shut up and call me a dummy. I can’t believe I ever said yes to you.” He can’t help but chuckle at your quips. “I love you.” He attempts in low voice as you roll back over. “Yeah whatever.” You play again and he tucks you down under his arms like before, legs intertwined and lips to your hair. But your feigned disapproval doesn’t fool anyone—you both know it’s way too early to be thinking about doing anything other than laying all over each other in sleepy cuddles, and you’re secretly glad that sometimes it’s just too cold and dreary and tiring for Harry to make himself do anything more.
