Niall:
Niall was pretty much starfished across the huge bed. You didn't even have a foot of space to lay in. The duvet was long gone, most likely on the floor since you fell asleep. You were now awake, and freezing cold. "Niall." You groaned, wrapping yourself around the side of his body. That didn't give you any heat, so you got up and threw the duvet over his body and crawled underneath it yourself. You found a spot between his legs and found yourself lying on his chest. You almost instantly fell asleep as you got comfortable. You felt him move and were expected to get kicked out of your spot, but he just wrapped his arms around you cradling you as you drifted off.
Louis:
"Share!" You mumbled, yanking the covers in attempt to get them off from around him. You were shivering and he had cocooned himself in the duvet. "I'm cold." You groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. He turned around then and threw the duvet over you, wrapping himself around you and intertwining his legs with yours. "Sorry, love." He whispered, voice hoarse with sleep, now determined to keep you warm.
Liam:
"Awe." Liam smiled coming into the bedroom from the bathroom. "You're so cute." He cooed, walking over and kissing you lightly on the forehead. You had pretty much wrapped yourself up so only your face was showing. "Now where am I meant to sleep, babe?" Liam asked quietly and you shrugged, not too fussed on where he slept. But when he got up to leave the room you shouted out to him. "Liam don't leave!" You called. "I'm not, silly! Just give me a second." He chuckled. You waited patiently and couldn't help but smile when he walked back in the room with a duvet from one of the spare rooms. "Yay!" You cheered, emerging from your cocoon and hugging him as he crawled in bed next to you. He wrapped the duvet around you both and cuddled close to you. "Now we can be doubly warm!" He laughed kissing your lips softly.
Zayn:
Currently, your husband and your seven year old were spread out on your bed leaving you with barely any bed and no duvet. It wasn't a cold night, but you were so used to cuddling up to Zayn or your warm duvet that you were freezing. Your boys were rolling around when Zayn hit you in the face by mistake. "Ow! Zayn!" You whisper yelled. He just snored louder like nothing had happened. In the end you got up and covered your boys, before walking into one of the spare rooms and fell asleep in the spare bed.
Harry:
You did what anyone else would do when they can't find the duvet. You started patting the bed around you, trying to find the duvet. You were getting frustrated and shot up, trying to get your eyes to adjust. "Harry." You whined once you realized that the duvet was on the floor over on Harry's side of the bed. His sleeping figure was even trembling with cold. "Harry." You said a bit louder. "What? What's wrong!?" Harry asked shooting up and looking at you worriedly. "I'm fine babe. But the duvet is on the floor and I'm freezing." You said. "Oh, sorry kitten." Harry chuckled softly before leaning over and grabbing the duvet. "You have to share." You giggled tiredly before snuggling into Harry's side and wrapping the duvet around you both tightly.
