One Direction Imagines and Preferences

How He Wakes You Up

Niall: Niall only had one volume, and that was loud. When he wanted you up, you were up unless he really knew you needed your sleep. Today was not one of those days.
“Babe, Y/N, wake up, wake up!” He sang, leaning over you. 
“Sh, Ni, sleeping,” you grunted, rolling over. He laughed and began to run his fingers up and down your sides, tickling you endlessly. You laughed and squirmed, calling out, 
“Okay, okay! I’m up!” Niall laughed and kissed you, beginning to chirp what all he had planned for today.!

Zayn: He just likes to watch the slow intake of your breath and the way your eyelids flutter for a while, his large hands staying by his sides until the fan blows a piece of your soft hair into your face. He gently brushes is away, not even making you stir, but then he can’t stop running his fingers through your hair and down you neck. Finally, your eyes slowly open, and a sleepy smile spreads lazily across your face. 
“Good morning,” you whisper, stretching before you climb out of bed, his eyes glued to you the whole time.

Louis: “Y/N….Wake up, c’mon!” Louis murmured against your cheek, his nose running tenderly over the soft skin. You groaned in your slumber and rolled over, away from him. He chuckled quietly and crawled to lay over you, his weight evenly distributed between his two strong arms. You giggled as he blew air behind your ear and down you neck, tickling you. 
“Louuuu,” you whined cracking open one eye to look up at him. 
“Wake up, sleepy head!” He chirped before pecking you on the lips and leaping from the bed, just like a child.

Liam: He tended to spoil you, like running you a bath if he knew you’d had a bad day, or making you breakfast while you slept late on Saturdays. As you still slept in his king sized bed upstairs, Liam quietly attempted to make you French Toast and bacon, which didn’t look anything like either of the food items. The smell wafted up to you, and you groggily sat up, your hair messy. As he entered the room with orange juice, the toast, bacon, and a single red rose in a vase on a bed tray you offered him a small smile and he climbed into bed with you, insisting he feed and pamper you all day.

Harry: Soft snores fell from your slightly parted lips, drool pooling I the fabric of the pillow below your head. You’d kill him for watching you sleep, but, jeez, you were just so beautiful. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away. He traced your lips with his thumb gently, careful not to wake you. As he traced them for a fourth time, he couldn’t resist and leaned in before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, effectively waking you. 
“Good morning, my love,” he’d croak quietly as you cuddled closer to him before pulling him back down into sleep with you.