5SOS Imagines and Preferences

You're too far away in bed

Luke:

With furrowed eyebrows, lips slightly parted and his hand roaming around on the mattress he couldn't find the source of heat that he always needed during sleep. Luke was a heavy sleeper but the second you were the slightest gone from him he would notice. Giving up on doing this with closed eyes he rubbed his hands against his face and opened his eyes slightly, only to see you facing him on the edge of the bed. And it was with a satisfied smile and tightened arms that he pulled you back into his chest, feeling the radiant heat from your skin and finally allowing himself to go back to sleep in peace.

Calum:

With cold breezes running over the skin of his arms, the only body parts sticking out of his sheets besides his head he knew something was up. He wasn't the person to wake up in the middle of the night for nothing but the second you're not embraced in his warm arms he can't sleep. Squeezing one eye open after not getting a touch from you while sticking his arm out his curls are stuck to his forehead with a tired smile on his face. You're far away, not aware of your distance and he allows himself to rest his cheek on your chest, the heavy breaths from you lullabying him back to sleep by the single touch of you.

Michael:

It was barely a second you got the chance to turn around to rest on your side, pain in the back forcing you to change your position. And even if Michael's snores were loud in the bedroom it all stopped the second you weren't touching any longer. Mumbles and groans escaped his lips tiredly but it all stopped the second he wrapped his arm around you lazily and pulled you into his chest. He never knew how addicted he had become of you before he went on tour. And it meant the second you were the slightest gone his body would register it. He needed his cuddles and it always had to be from you. Always.

Ashton:

With a mix of mumbles of your name being said out loud Ashton scratched his eyes tiredly and adjusted to the darkness. He could hear your breathing, he could feel the slight heat from your body radiant against his but it wasn't enough. The slight touch of your arms brushing against each other was never enough. He'd toss and turn in annoyance, needing the only thing to make him sleep 100 percent and he doesn't stop until his arms are wrapped around yours and his hand buried into the mess of your hair. He doesn't want to admit that he's so addicted to your warmth but it all says itself the second he's gone from you.