One Direction Preferences

#30: You're best friends and sleep in the same bed

Niall:"I can sleep on the floor if you want", he offered moving his gaze from the only furniture in the small hotel room to the pillow and a blanket stuck under his arm. Raising his eyebrows at your convincing, he gave up tossing a pillow on its previous place on the mattress before moving a sheet from the double sized bed. Waiting on you to climb in first, he bit his lower lips holding back a satisfied smile; he’ll make you his tonight.

Zayn:"You first", reaching one hand forward, he showed you the bed and kept himself in the small distance from you. After he made sure that you were perfectly tucked in and comfy, he slowly removed a sheet climbing on the bed before letting it freely fall over his body. Staying in the same position from the start, he watched out not to move so much and wake you up. Small smile spread over his lips at your sleepy face while he brushed few fingers over smooth skin of your cheek. "So beautiful."

Louis:"It’s ok, I’ll just leave", he said losing his entire confidence with just one look on empty, big bed in the small hotel room. After assuring him that it’s a hundred percent fine for two best friends sleep in the same bed, he let you crawl under warm sheets and settle your head on one of white pillows. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were in the dim lighting of warm room. He shook his head at his own thoughts; you are always beautiful, no matter what.

Liam:After your deep breathing convinced him that you were asleep, his arms find its way and firmly wrapped around your waist but still gently enough so he wouldn’t wake you up. Pulling himself closer to you, he nuzzled his head in your neck closing brown eyes and inhaling that lovely scent of yours. Smile danced in the corners of his lips when he realized; this is how would it feel if you were his and he would get a chance to do this every night. A little did he know that you were awake the entire time secretly wishing for him to stay just like that forever.

Harry:"Stay", you said encircling your hand around his wrist in attempt to keep him on the previous position on your bed. Even though it was supposed to be a command, it sounded like a pathetic plead as it left your parted lips. Few tears gliding down already wet cheeks only prove your point. Giving up, he froze in his position and pulled you closer in his chest. He disn’t mind that it was pitch black and he should’ve been home a long time ago, you were a way more important than anything else was. He couldn’t  stand the fact that you were hurt; it somehow hurt him even more that it hurt you. He set all of his anger to his fists but used them just to hold you even tighter and let you fall asleep. He was pissed to no end and all of that cause of your ex - that douchebag. How couldn’t you see that he was the only one treating you like you deserved. He was there from the start. How couldn’t you see it? How?