Sharing a bunk on the bus.
Harry: "And this is where the lovebirds hang out," Louis's voice rang through the bus before the curtain of the bunk was thrown open. The once dark bunk was now spilling with light, causing a half asleep Harry to bury his face further into the crook of your neck. "Wake up, sleepyheads!" You only shook your head, making sure to keep your eyes shut tight in an attempt to keep the sunlight away. "Go away, Lou," Harry grumbled. His arm then wrapped around your waist before pulling your body closer to him, his hot breath hitting the side of your neck with every exhale. "Fine," He muttered, "but I'm coming back in ten." With that, the curtain was once again slid shut, giving you two another twenty minutes of sleep.
Liam: With one arm slung over your shoulder, you rested your head on Liam's chest, your eyes fixating on the computer screen in front of you two. Being stuck on a bus crossing state lines, there wasn't much to do. So like most nights, you two decided to watch a movie. "Oh, oh man," He cringed, turning his head a bit to the left so he would only see the computer screen from his peripheral view. You threw your hand over your eyes, though your index and middle finger parted just enough for you to see about half of the screen. "Why are we watching Saw III again?" You asked, letting out a fake gagging sound as another limb was torn off the man. Liam stuck his tongue out of his mouth, shaking his head. "I have no idea."
Louis: It was about one o'clock in the morning and the other four boys had just fallen asleep. You and Louis laid in his bunk, his fingers tangling themselves with yours. Pressing his lips together, he blew out an exhale, an accidental mouth fart escaping from him. You laughed loudly although were quick to place a hand over your mouth in fear of waking anyone up. He grinned. "I bet I could make a louder mouth fart than you could," He challenged. You accepted by blowing out one that was octaves louder than his previous. You two went back and forth, each mouth fart growing louder than the last, until there was a rumble from beneath you. "Go to sleep!" Niall exclaimed as he kicked the ceiling of his bunk, the impact sending ripples through your mattress. You stifled a laugh, burying yourself into Louis's chest. "Sorry mate," He whispered, although a loud laugh followed his words.
Niall: Rubbing your tired eyes, you moved from the bunk area of the bus to the back lounge. Your hands moved from your eyes to your right cheek, your mandible moving about to see if it would hurt any more when you spoke. "Are you okay?" Niall asked as soon as you walked into view. He pulled himself from the wrestling math he was just with Zayn, rushing over to you. "Oh, you don't remember?" You asked, eying him skeptically. He only blankly stared at you. "You punched me last night while we were sleeping, Niall!" A loud laugh left Zayn's lips who you then stared daggers towards. Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he apologized. "What can I say? I move around a lot when I sleep?"
Zayn: Pushing his body away from yours, you let out another groan. "You have absolutely no recognition for space, you know that?" You joked. Sharing a bunk with Zayn wasn't exactly ideal. The kid not only passed out within seconds of laying down, his entire body was stretched to its entire limit, leaving no space for you to move about freely. "I have no idea what you're talking about," He disregarded, inching himself closer to you. "I'm already up against the wall. I can't move any more!" You propped yourself up on your elbows and peeked over at him, seeing a good three inches between his back and the wall. "You're a weaver of lies!" You exclaimed, pushing him away from you once more. He only grinned in response, pulling you close to him.
