Niall:
Cold mornings are the perfect opportunity for you and Niall to just stay wrapped up together in your warm bed. You both loved nothing more to just stay cuddled up underneath the duvet, enjoying a well deserved lie-in. "Morning, Princess." Niall mumbles, tracing his long, calloused fingers over your back. You simply kiss along his jaw and snuggle closer to him. "Morning Ni." You yawn quietly. After a few more minutes of just cuddling, Niall gets up and walks to the window. He slowly opens the blinds, and peaks out the window. He turns to you and smiles. "Snow." He cheers happily, running over to you and kissing you.
Louis:
On every cold morning, you and Louis would have a warm bath together. "C'mon, love. It's time for our ritual bath!" Louis exclaims running over to where you were collecting your clothes. "Alright, alright. I'm coming!" You laughed as Louis pulled you by your hand to the bathroom. Today it was different. Surrounding the bath were the usual candles, but the water was tinged pink with rose petals floating in the water. "You always wanted a romantic bath, so I thought 'What's more romantic than a bath bomb and rose petals?'" Louis said, helping you get your clothes off. "Thank you, Lou." You smiled kissing him.
Liam:
Liam had this thing, where cold mornings meant getting up early. You on the other hand, thought the complete opposite. Usually, Liam would be up making an English breakfast, while you were cuddled up in bed. As soon as breakfast is ready, Liam brings it up and you both cuddle up in bed eating the delicious food he had cooked. "Thank you Liam. This is wonderful." You smiled, kissing him. "It's really nothing, love." He smiled wrapping his arm around you, bringing you closer to him.
Zayn:
You lazily traced your fingers over your boyfriends bare chest. With the both of you loving sleep, cold mornings are perfect to just take in each others presence. Usually not many many words are spoken, just tender touches and loving looks show how much you both love each other. If any words are spoken, it's only 'I love you' or 'good morning' but even then, it's just a mumble. Zayn strokes your hair and pulls you closer, you both drifting back off to sleep, avoiding the cold weather.
Harry:
On a cold morning, Harry wakes you up with a few gentle kisses. "Morning, kitten." He smiles. "Morning." You mumble in return, cuddling him. "It's a cold morning." Harry smiled. You really had to use the bathroom, and tried to escape Harry's grasp. "Where do you think you're going?" Harry said, pulling you back into him. "Harry, I have to pee." You said squirming. "Hold it in." Harry muttered. "Do you want me to pee on you, Styles? No. Now let me get up." You ordered. "Fine, but come back to cuddle." Harry said. "Will do." You giggled, running down to the bathroom.
