One Direction Preferences

The Way You Both Sleep

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.

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.

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.

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. He’s always happy to sleep with you. Always.

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.

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I was gonna start ranting about Quebec and the stupid law or whatever but then I might offend some of your opinions on it (Well whoever knows about it) and I don't want people to hate me so no.

I think the only time I haven't been crying was at school today and at youth yeserday, when I found out. I was told not to tell anyone but I'm not going to say who it is so that she doesn't hate me forever. One of my really close friends, I ound out that she, well, she cuts herself. I don't understand, she's funny and pretty, she's a Directioner and in the 5sos FAM. I just, don't understand. I can't stop crying, its tearing me apart because I can't do anything. I don't want to bore you with my over-emotional ness but I want to say, I found out that several people who read my preferences self-harm and I'm not going to lie all of you who told me, I cried because you're all perfect and I didn't want you to go through that.

I feel bad because it's my moms birthday and I'm sitting here crying in my room..