One Direction Preferences

70-Late Night Conversations

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  "All I am saying is if she had just moved over, Leonardo would not have been a floating ice pop." Liam says from his spot on the floor. You sit up in bed, looking at your boyfriend on the ground. "And I am saying, weight wise the door would've sunk. Then poor Kate would've died too." You say, tightening the comforter around your shoulders. You and Liam have been bickering about the end of all the movies you two watched earlier, and the current subject was Titanic. "They could've just like, defrosted him." Liam says, laying on his stomach, looking genuinely upset about the situation. "Medically, not really." You counter, hopping down to lay on the floor with as he searches through the DVD collection for the next one. "It's like 3 am and you have a show tomorrow." You say, running your hands through his hair as he studies the titles. "Don't care; we're watching a movie where my boy Leo lives." He says, starting to pull out Romeo and Juliet. "Li?" You question as he starts to open the case. "What?" He glances at you. "He dies in that one too." You say, stifling a laugh. "Ugh." He says, slamming it shut.

Louis:  Your eyes are just drifting shut but you can see Louis mouth open again and you sigh, ready to listen to whatever he has to say now. He didn't really mind that it was nearly 4 am, if Louis had energy, he wanted to share it. "We should have a TV show." He quips, nodding to himself. "Why is that?" You mumble into the pillow as you lay on your stomach. "We're interesting." He says, shrugging, resting a hand on your lower back and drumming his fingers. "Louis, we are not interesting. You spilled an entire kettle of tea and broke a mirror today. And I cleaned them both up." You say, giggling slightly. "Well I would watch that. I'm stupidly cute." He says, his eyebrows knitting together. You smile, "I agree. You're also in a world famous band, remember that?" You say, freeing your hand from underneath your body to rest it on his stomach. "That too." He says, as you roll your eyes, knowing you're just getting him started. "Yes and that world famous band has press to do tomorrow. So goodnight Snooki." You mumble, kissing his cheek as you shut off the light.

Zayn:  Zayn shifted underneath you, mumbling about gaining some feeling in his shoulder. He settled back down, now running his thumb over your elbow. "Your hair smells nice today." He says quietly, jokingly sniffing near your ear. You squirm a bit, placing a hand on his chest. "I used my regular shampoo." You mumble, rubbing at your eyes, now realizing how late it is. "Well I haven't smelled it in a month, so it's lovely." He replied, yawning. Zayn had just gotten home from tour, so his bag was thrown on the floor and he had just fallen into bed about two hours ago, and you've been up talking since then. "We should have sex in the morning." He says seriously after a beat of silence. You can't help but start giggling. "What?" You ask, still laughing. "We should have sex in the morning. I am too tired now, but I missed you." he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "What, we can't just talk?" You ask, tracing the 'ZAP" tattoo on his arm. "I'd much rather you were naked." He says, nodding his head and bursting out laughing as you give a soft punch to his arm.

Niall:  "Okay, I give up on trying to sleep." Niall says, turning on the light on his nightstand. "How nice of you to join me." You say, not looking up from where you were playing a game on your phone. "You still up babe?" You nod, knowing it was well past 3 am now. "Baby is not happy with me tonight at all." You state as Niall moves up a bit to rest his head on your shoulder, placing a hand over your swollen stomach. "Do you think the baby will like me?" He asks suddenly after a few minutes of just noises from your phone. You blink, shutting the game off, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "Of course. Cause it's daddy will be very funny. And he can sing, and play guitar. And he has the best smile and laugh, and is one of the kindest, most thankful people I know. The child would be crazy not to adore you." You say, dropping your head to rest on top of his. "You're pretty cool too I guess." He says dryly. "Niall!" You feign shock as he cackles. Pressing a kiss to your cheek and stomach.

Harry:  You and Harry should not have stopped off for coffee on your way home from his parents, but you did and now you two were both lying awake. You were lying on top of him, playing with his necklaces while his hands resting on your lower back, both of you playing footsie in the silence. "What do you think it would be like if we never met?" His deep voice breaks the silence, and you rest your head in your hands as you look up at him. "Well, I wouldn't have to squeeze into a dress for a movie premiere tomorrow." You muse as Harry chuckles lightly. "I'm just happy we did meet, you know? Like I wasn't looking for anyone or like a relationship, and then you just sort of happened. And it's really nice, does that make sense?" He drones for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing at the ceiling. You smile softly, "Makes perfect sense. This is nice." You say, pressing a kiss to his chest. You rest your head against him, his heartbeat steady and you can tell that you're on the edge of sleep. "Love you." Harry rumbles suddenly, waking you up. You grin, "Love you too."