Liam: "What's this?" Liam rubs his eyes sleepily and smiles, noticing the tray full of food at his bedside. "Well, you've been on tour for a long time and it's your first morning back home," you explain, cuddling back into the blankets beside him. "I thought a home cooked breakfast in bed would be a good way to kick off the time off." With a blissful smile he leans over and gives you a kiss, pulling away and keeping his nose against yours. "This is lovely, but just being home with you and waking up to you next to me is enough," he says honestly, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes. "I'm glad," you smile, nodding towards the tray. "Now eat up before it gets cold! I made pancakes."
Harry: "Oh, how fancy," Harry has morning voice and bedhead, and to be honest, you don't think he's ever looked so sexy. "Very fancy," you smile, carefully balancing a tray in your hands. "You didn't have to do this, you know," he smiles, taking in the tray of bacon and toast hungrily. "Well, I was bored and I love you," you shrug, giving him a smile. "Well I'm thankful and I love you," he replies with a laugh, taking a bite of toast.
Louis: "Due to a case of insomnia and an abundance of eggs, I present you with breakfast in bed featuring a ham and cheese omelet and a glass of orange juice," you sing jokingly, presenting Louis with a rather dashing looking plate. "How lovely!" he exclaims, taking the plate and kissing your cheek. "Breakfast and a beautiful girl all in one morning, life's good." He gives you a smile and cuts into the omelet, taking a bite and giving you a thumbs up. "Delicious breakfast in bed featuring me, an omelet and my fabulous girlfriend," he jokes, repeating your joke from before.
Niall: "I smell food," Niall says sleepily, his eyes remaining shut. He has an angelic kind of innocence about him while he sleeps, his blonde hair is all ruffled and messy. Bedhead. "You do smell food," you laugh, waving a steaming plate of waffles in front of his face. He opens his eyes sleepily and yawns, smiling at the plate. "Have I mentioned how much I love you?" he smiles, hungrily reaching out for the plate. "Yeah, but I like hearing it," you reply, handing him a fork. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he says through a mouthful of waffles. "Okay, okay! Don't talk with your mouth full!" you admonish with a laugh, grabbing your own plate of waffles from the nightstand. Breakfast in bed, success!
Zayn: You'd woken up early and were extremely bored. Zayn was a late sleeper, you were quite the opposite lately. You'd decided to use the cookbook your mom got you for Christmas and try your hand at banana french toast. It came out pretty darn good if you say so yourself. You quietly place the plate on the table near Zayn, his chest rising and falling and his head buried in his pillow. You carefully arrange a napkin and a fork next to the plate, but are startled by a sudden voice. "Thank you," Zayn says sleepily, stretching his arms. He must've woken up. "You're welcome," you reply, giving him a smile. "I'm going to return the favor, I'm going to make you breakfast in bed tomorrow," he yawns, nodding his head. "Zayn, you wake up around noon. It'd be more like lunch in bed," you tease, looking at the clock. He laughs and picks up the fork, twirling it in his palm. "Right. So, lunch in bed tomorrow. Courtesy of me," he replies.
