Harry: "Have a good dream there?" you ask, eyebrow raised in amusement. "...huh? What?" he mumbles sleepily, cheeks flushing pink. "Heard you muttering my name," you explain, letting out a yawn. "Did you? Uh, I had a dream we were, uh, bowling..." he mumbles, covering his smirk with his pillow. "Oh, I'm sure," you retort, sticking out your tongue.
Louis: "What were you dreamin' about?" you ask mischievously, tying your hair into a ponytail. "What?" he replies quickly, eyes wide. "I mean, why do you ask?" You shrug and climb off of the sofa bed. "Just wondering, I heard you saying my name..." you trail off, watching him raise a brow. "Huh. That's weird, I don't remember that," he lies, combing his fingers through his hair.
Zayn: "Can I help you?" you ask as he slowly crawls out of bed. "Huh?" he replies, scratching his chin. "You were calling my name," you smirk, crossing your arms. "You were sleeping?" He sleepily rubs his eyes and shrugs. "I was dreaming." You nod and bite back a smirk. "About me?" He shrugs and quickly tugs on his hoodie. "I'll go, um, make breakfast."
Niall: "I heard you calling my name, what were ya dreaming about?" you ask, poking his chest. "You heard me calling your name?" he asks, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I was not! I totally wasn't." He quickly slides on his shirt and fixes his hair. "So I was just imagining things?" you reply, hugging your pillow. "Maybe YOU were dreaming," he laughs nervously, climbing out of bed. "Now let's get breakfast.
Liam: "Enjoy your dream?" you inquire, climbing into his bed. "Yeah, I guess," he smiles with amusement and shrugs. "I only ask 'cause I heard you saying my name," you continue, watching his cheeks flush. "Oh! Well, you know how dreams are...people just...appear in dreams and stuff," he rambles, scratching his head. "And you were there it was um....yeah, dreams."
