Harry - he lays flat on his back, with one arm reaching for you, always. You lean into his side, ear on his warm skin so that his heart beat lulls you to sleep each night. His head usually lolls to the side, curls shaking and cheek in an adorable puff against the plush pillow. You curl a fist over his chest, and snuggle closer to him. His hand finds the small of your back by the middle of the night and splays out against your skin, protecting you from ever falling off the bed.
Liam - you both spoon. He’s always the big spoon, and you’re always the little spoon. It fits, like puzzle pieces slotting into place. His head rests between your neck and shoulder, and his breath puffs strands of your hair upward lightly. He has one arm around you, and you clasp it between both of your own. You can feel the crimson blush on his cheek against your shoulder every time he gets hard behind you. Your legs fight one another playfully, until you finally fall asleep, more content than you’ve ever been.
Louis - you face one another, curled into helixes, your hands in a tight clasp that lasts throughout the night. Every now and again, one of you nods off just that little bit more and your foreheads touch. Before you go to sleep, it’s a haze of moist breath, childlike giggles and bad jokes. He leans over the line of the bed to kiss you every few seconds, because he knows he can and he wants to more than anything. The last thing you see before you fall asleep is Louis’s blue eyes on yours, as you face him, your legs scrunched up and knees knocking into his like you’re playing a game.
Zayn - you lay on your stomach as he lays on his, half on top of you and half not. Every night, the covers end up in a bundle at your feet, leaving you naked with nothing but the sweat of one another to keep you from shivering and reaching for the sheets. Zayn tips his breath out right near your ear, making you curls your toes each time you realise how warm his breath is and how soothing it sounds when you hear it. One arm is stretched over the rest of you, what Zayn isn’t covering with his tan body. You can feel his length underneath your ass, and he’s always happy to sleep with you. Always.
Niall - he hugs you the entire night, his long arms wrapped around yours and holding you to him. Even in his dreams, he wants nothing more than to protect you. By morning, your hair is a knotted mess but he soothes it back for you, with nimble fingers until you wake up and stop him, blushing. You can’t quite tell where your limbs end and his begin but it doesn’t matter. There’s either an X-Box controller or a crumpled chip packet wedged underneath your hip, but you don’t think to care. Niall loosens his grip on you around three in the morning, and you eventually fall away to opposite ends of the bed, but your legs stay entwined, the whole night through.
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
ФанфикIf you ever need to escape your life then this is the right place to be! My name is holland and I'll write what you think is cool and want to hear, Have fun and don't forget that maybe one day this could happen!
