Niall: Most of the time you can find him shifting, endless tossing accompanied with numerous amount of sighs leaving his parted lips. But when he finally picks up his head from the pillow - still captured in that half-sleeping phase - it's crystal clear why he couldn't sleep; you're not near him anymore. Finally he reaches one of his arms, slowly sneaking it around your waist before pulling you close and tight, enough for him to fall back asleep.
Zayn: It's middle of the night when you find him turning around, his entire body weight gravitating towards the only source of heat left in the cold bed. It's quite odd, for sure; he's a heavy sleeper and almost nothing is strong enough to pull him back from that beloved sleep of his. But it gets hard for him when you're not there, placed underneath his arm while peacefully breathing into his chest. It's when he pulls an arm around you, its force pulling you backwards in the position he loves the most.
Louis: He's not much of a spooning guy - mostly because he can easily be mistaken for a little spoon - that's why his favorite position is the one where he can wrap an arm around your waist, both of your legs tangled together as he keeps you close to his chest. But when you're not right there, to hug him and comfort him, he's awoken in no time, tossing and turning, one arm reaching out until he finally finds you, pulling you back to him.
Liam: He likes your comfort; no matter if it's hugging, soft hum leaving your lips or the feeling he gets while holding you during the night. He's wide awake, but his eyes still closed, desperately wanting for him to sleep again even though it's not possible. Finally aware of the emptiness he feels, his free arm reaches out searching over the sheets, seeking for your warmth and care until he finally finds you pulling you back, faint smile spreading over his lips.
Harry: He's always felt like some kind of a protector; keeping his arm on your waist while walking, sleeping on the side of the bed closer to the door or just holding you while sleeping. It's a way past midnight when he wakes up, the length of his fingers wiping that little sleep left in his eyes. Without even him knowing, that feeling of protection becomes dominant, making him shift and turn around until he's in position to return his arm on your waist, pulling you close. You're safe now, nothing bad's going to happen while you're in his arms.
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