One Direction Preferences

159-"Sleep"

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Louis: His hands hovered over your body, trembling as his mind scrambled for some idea of what to do. Finally, his rests a hand on your waist, pushing himself into bed beside you, letting out gentle hushes as you cry. His lips meet the back of your neck, one arm slung over your waist, the other running through the length of your hair. Your sobs quieted, along with your thoughts as he held you, mumbling the only words of advice he could muster, "sleep, it'll be better when you wake up."

Harry: "Hey love," he murmurs, a light smile on his lips as he crawled under the covers with you, bringing your chest against his. You hum in response, curling in and clutching his t shirt with cold fingers. He chuckles breathlessly, watching with weary eyes and flushed cheeks as your eyes fell shut, still moving in his grip, trying to get comfortable. He waited patiently, adjusting so you'd be comfortable, smiling with a light kiss pressed into your hair as you finally rested, "you can sleep, I'll be here when you wake up"

Niall: He has to stifle a laugh as you sneeze for the fifth time, eyes flying shut and nose turning more and more red just above the edge of the blanket you holding tightly around you. He coos slightly, handing you another tissue, he dives under the covers and curls into the sofa beside you. You begin to protest, knowing he could get sick from being around you. He shushes you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Don't worry about me. You need to get better, so just sleep, darling."

Zayn: He whines when you try to tug him out of bed, your grip on his hand backfiring as he tugged you back into bed. "Not yet," he mutters, eyes shut and lips turned up at their corners. You'll roll your eyes, sighing in defeat as he pulls your back against his chest, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. He'll mumble out a barely coherent, "I love you," before settling in and holding you close, his warmth being shared between your body and his, "Sleep. just stay with me a little longer."

Liam: "I miss you, I can't bloody sleep on this bus the bunk is cramped and the pillow doesn't feel right and Louis' watching football, it's 2 am! And Niall snores really really loud, and you're not here." His words get softer as he finishes his short ramble, sounding weak and lost as his voice gravels through the phone speaker. You'll sigh, "You know it's just another nine days, I miss you too." He nods, though you can't see him, and exhales languidly, listening as you speak, "Sleep, Liam, when you wake up, it'll only be eight days..."