Harry: He pulls you closer in the small compartment, “Don’t fall off babe, we’re on the top bunk.” You roll your eyes, “Why can’t we go lay on the couch again?” Harry smiles, “Because we can’t do this out there.” His lips brush yours and he clambers on top of you, bumping his head twice.
Liam: You climb on top of him, laying your head on his chest. “This is nice, it’s quiet without the boys running all over the place.” You had decided to spend the night in the tour bus instead of the hotel to get away from the crowd, to have some alone time.
Louis: He pulls you closer to his body, begging for warmth on the freezing bus, and you wrap the duvet closer to both of you, burying your face in his chest and kissing the tattoo there, nuzzling into his neck, not shivering anymore.
Niall: He rolls over again, pulling his boxers off finally, “Why is it so fuckin’ hot on here?” He shouts to no one in particular, you giggle and try to find a cool spot in the bunk, away from the radiating body next to you, but it was no use.
Zayn: He curls up to you on the couch, the sound of the boys playing FIFA upstairs echoing throughout the bus, but you only focus on Zayn, and you find yourself drifting asleep in his comforting arms, until Niall sprays you both with a water bottle, “It’s not sleep time kids!”
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
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