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Jet Leg (Important A/N at end so READ IT)

Louis: "Go fish," you said yawning, your hand covering your mouth. Louis had been home from tour for three days and he still couldn’t sleep. His body was wired for Australian time zones and his sleep patterns were awful. He frowned and drew from the pile. You didn’t want to make him suffer alone, so you tried to stay up with him as best as you could. "Damn," he muttered. "Got any…fours?" You asked fighting to keep your eyes open. It was a little after four a.m. and Louis’ bright eyes were alert on your face as he handed over his cards. "That’s it, you’re going to bed," Louis said finally, watching you yawn for the tenth time in two minutes. "No, no I’m fine. I can stay with you." His eyes softened as he touched your face. He was touched that you wanted to stay up with him but he felt awful seeing the bags under your eyes. "No, baby. You need to sleep. I’ll come lay with you, okay?" You nodded, letting him lead you to bed. Thank God too, because you couldn’t last much longer. He tucked you into the middle of the bed and came behind you, his strong arm keeping you to his chest. He kissed your shoulder through the thin fabric of your t-shirt and left his mouth there. He inhaled slowly, the smell of your shampoo and perfume washing over him. He relaxed, his fingers linking through yours on your stomach. "Sleep, my love," he said huskily. He found his eyes closing and his breath evening out as he curled into you. In seconds, you were both sound asleep clinging to each other. 

Niall: You felt the mattress dip as he tossed and turned. He still wasn’t able to sleep and he’d been home for close to a week now. You felt him sit up and heard him groan. He was exhausted but sleep wouldn’t come to him. He raked his fingers through his blonde hair making it stand on edge. Giving up, he bent down to kiss you before heading into the kitchen. He envied you being able to sleep so well. He couldn’t remember the last decent night of sleep he’d had. He tried taking something to help him but it left him too drowsy. He put on a kettle and sat at the kitchen table, his head resting in his palm. His eyes closed and he felt himself swaying, sleep heavy on his body but unable to fully come. He heard the chair scrape back and he opened his eyes to see you sitting across from him. “Go back to bed, babe,” he said huskily. His voice was heavy with sleep and it made you shiver. “I’ll stay with you.” He shook his head, heart softening. “No, you don’t have to do that.” You smiled and came to sit in his lap. You nuzzled your nose into his neck as his large hands tangled themselves in your hair. “I don’t sleep without you. So if you’re up, I’m up.” He laughed as you pressed a kiss to his nose. “Like I’ll complain about that.” He fixed you both a cup of tea and led you into the living room. You curled back up in his arms and kept him company as best you could. An hour later, however, you fell asleep. Niall smiled, his fingers lightly touching your cheek. He held you like that all night, letting you sleep on his chest.

Liam: "My eyes are burning," you moaned falling back onto the pillow. "I know a look a sight love, but I didn’t think I looked that bad." You stuck your tongue out and Liam laughed, his voice raspy. It was three a.m. and Liam was ready to start his day. Jet lag was proving to be a bitch for the both of you. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t want to leave him by himself. You’d just finished your third movie and your eyes stung as you closed them. "One more," he begged. He didn’t want you to go to sleep yet. As much as this part sucked, Liam secretly liked it. He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without him and that was quite alright in his eyes. He liked cuddling and talking with you late into the night. You were so adorable when you were sleepy and Liam loved to smother you with kisses when you yawned. "Fine, but something action filled this time please." He pursed his lips at you, watching your breathing slow and even out. Soon, you were asleep. He still put the move on though. He cradled your head in his lap, his fingers lazily running through your hair as he watched. You snuggled into his side and he grinned, loving how you needed to be next to him even in sleep. Finally, around six a.m. Liam called it quits. He laid down beside you on the couch and buried his face into your neck. He was asleep in seconds, your soft body melting into his own.

Zayn: You could smell the paint. You sat up, momentarily disoriented. Zayn’s side of the bed was empty and you threw back the blankets, shivering as the cold air touched your legs. You grabbed his sweater off the back of the chair and slipped it on as you walked down the hallway. Quietly, you opened the door to Zayn’s studio and leaned against the door jam. He was deep into his painting, his hands moving fluidly over the canvas. He’d been so restless lately, unable to find sleep since he came home from touring. There were bruises under his eyes from exhaustion but no matter how hard he tried, Zayn couldn’t sleep. Soft music was playing in the background and you could just hear him singing. “Did I wake you?” He asked, never pulling his eyes from the canvas. You smiled. Zayn could somehow always sense when you were in the room. “I missed you.” You could see the soft smile on his face as he wiped paint on his worn jeans. He walked towards you, his pink lips pressing to your forehead and you closed your eyes. “It’s late, try to sleep okay?” He tilted your chin up with his knuckle so your eyes met his. “Not without you,” you said again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. He walked back into his studio and turned off the music. He let you lead him into the bedroom and undress him and push him softly down onto the mattress. He pulled you into his arms, his lips at your temple. “Sleep, now.” He closed his own eyes, lulled by your soft breathing and the soft touch of your fingers on his neck.

Harry: You reached your hand out for Harry, seeking his warmth. Instead, your fingers only touched cold empty sheets. You sat up, slightly disoriented. The lamp in the corner was glowing softly and you squinted against the light. Soft shadows illuminated Harry’s face as he sat at the desk, his hand scribbling in the notebook he always carried. You watched him for a moment, taking him in. His skin was cream under the light and his lip was tucked between his teeth like it always was when he was concentrating. “Baby,” you murmured. He lifted his head, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. “Come to bed,” You held your hand out and Harry stood, bare chested in the soft glow of the lamp. His sweat pants hung low on his lips, all of his glorious tattoos on display. He walked back towards you, his glittering eyes on your lips. He leaned over you, one hand skimming along your neck and up to cup the back of your head. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said huskily, his lips on your neck. Your head fell back in surrender as he slowly covered every inch of your skin. “I can’t sleep so all I do is think of you,” he pressed his mouth to yours, slowly covering your body with his. He pressed you down into the mattress, his hips against yours. He removed your shirt, his hands sliding down your skin. He lost himself in your arms as you kissed him back, your body bowing under his. The only beautiful thing about not sleeping, Harry thought as he linked his hands in yours, was that he got to spend one more moment holding you. 

~IMPORTANT~

OK so i reached the max chapter limit. SADDDD so i'm completeing this book. BUT DON'T WORRY I'll be making a second preference book right now so check it out same thing will be going on just ya most are from tubmlr meber please check out the second book LOVE YALL -HAley Out