One Direction Preferences Book 2

148. you and the boys have a sleepover and you end up in his bed (his pov)

[note: you two are just friends in this one xx] 

Liam: "Please don't touch that!" I wince as Louis grabs a vase and tosses it to Zayn, who almost misses before tossing it back. I'd invited (Y/N) and the boys to spend the first night with me at my new flat and so far it was a bit hectic. "How about we figure out the sleeping arrangements?" (Y/N) swoops in and grabs the vase, setting it back down. I send her a silent thank-you and smile. "Right. So, two of you can have your own rooms, two of you have to share a bed...some rooms are still getting construction done, so," I explain, nodding towards the hallway. "Dibs on a single!" Niall calls out, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "We'll share!" Zayn and Louis high five each other and I automatically fear what the partners in crime could manage to do while sharing a room. "You can have the single room if you'd like,' Harry offers (Y/N). He's such a proper gentleman, I wonder how the press makes him out to be such a 'whore' sometimes. (Y/N) shakes her head and insists Harry have the room, which he accepts. "So, where does that leave me?" she asks, watching the other boys make their way down the hall to their rooms. "You can have my bed, I'm fine on the couch," I reply shyly, running my fingers through my hair. "Oh, there's no need for that. We can share," she says boldly, a cheeky glint to her eyes. "If you want to, I mean!" she adds quickly, her cheeks turning pink. "That sounds good to me," I smile, leading her to my room. 

Niall: "I'm cold," I lie, frowning and rubbing my shoulders. "If you're so cold, put on a shirt," (Y/N) replies, looking up at me from where she's sitting between Zayn and Liam. I'd invited her and the boys over for an overnight movie kind of thing and so far my 'subtle' attempts to get (Y/N) to come sit next to me on the bed weren't working. "Don't tell Niall to put on a shirt, he looks soo fit," Louis teases, blowing me a kiss. I catch it and press it to my cheek with a laugh, making (Y/N) smile. "(Y/N) this bed is more comfy than the floor," I insist, my eyes drifting from the movie. "The floor's fine," she replies, her eyes not averting from the movie screen. Damn. "(Y/N) can you come sit here with me? I want a cuddle buddy," I say finally, resorting to my puppy dog face. She smiles and nods, hopping onto the mattress and leaning against my shoulder. "If you insist." 

Harry: Even though the boys and I are supposed to be getting some good night's sleep since we've got a busy day tomorrow, I can't sleep at all. Knowing that (Y/N) wearing an old T-shirt she borrowed from me and shorts is right beside me on the couch falling asleep is making it really hard to drift off. Since the studio we had to go to tomorrow morning was closest to my flat, I'd offered to let the boys stay and I'd invited (Y/N) to come, too, just because. Since the boys were camping out in the living room, I'd given up my cozy bed for the night to join them and the couch was certainly not the coziest thing--although every one else seemed to have no problem as they were all fast asleep and breathing softly. "Harry? Are you awake, too?" (Y/N) whispers, nudging me with her toe. I sit up and nod, stretching my arms. "I can't sleep, this couch is good for sitting but not for sleeping," she frowns, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder. "I agree," I smile, climbing off the couch and motioning for her to follow. We softly step over Louis who's using Liam's chest as a pillow. Adorable 'Lilo' moment right there. "Let's sleep in my bed, it's more comfy," I say, letting her climb under the covers and I soon follow. 

Louis: "I can't sleep, butternut," (Y/N) tip-toes into my room and her hair is sticking out at all angles. Even though it should look really funny, she's totally mastered the bedhead. She looks hot. "Why do you insist on calling me butternut?" I laugh, climbing out of bed and meeting her at the door. "Well, before when us and the boys were eating pizza you told me I should give you a nickname because you felt left out since I call Liam 'Li' and I call Niall 'Ireland' and I call Harry 'Dimples' and I call Zayn 'Sleeping Beauty', so," she says this as if it's a viable explanation, but I kind of like her quirky nickname for me so I let it slide. "So, why can't you sleep?" I ask, following her into the living room where her and the boys were camped out on inflatable mattresses and blankets. We'd all had a pretty wild night and I'd let them stay at my flat, surprisingly Liam, (Y/N) and I had been the only ones to stay moderately sober. "Well, turns out Sleeping Beauty likes to snore," she points to the peaceful looking Bradford boy who's emitting loud snores. I start to laugh and she quickly stifles it, placing her hand over my mouth. "Hush up, butternut! Don't wake them!" she scolds, giving me a smile that shows she wanted to laugh, too. "All righty then, come sleep in my bed with me. I don't snore, promise," I take her hand off my mouth and lead her back to my room. The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is, "Sweet dreams, butternut." and my dreams are definitely sweet. 

Zayn: I can't believe I actually got the boys and (Y/N) to spend the night, our schedules were so busy. We'd been having so much fun but it was so late and Liam and Niall were fighting to keep their eyes open! After finally setting the boys up in various rooms of my house, I return back to my room to meet (Y/N). I wasn't sure which room she wanted to stay in, but I was more than happy to give her a 'tour' of each one in the large house. The more time spent with her the better. Much to my surprise, the television in my room is on but she's not watching. She's lying on top of the quilt on my bed, curled up on my pillow and breathing softly. I watch her chest rise and fall and I think she looks like a princess...what was that one called? Sleeping Beauty! I quickly look away and feel my cheeks turn hot. Way to be creepy, Zayn, watching (Y/N) sleep. I lean over and grab a blanket from my chair, deciding to leave her be and just spend the night in another guest room when she startles me. "Zayn, c'mere," she mumbles sleepily, gesturing for me to join her. She slides over and I slowly lie on the bed next to her. She takes my arms and wraps them around her, which I don't mind one bit. She nestles her head against my chest like I'm a human pillow (which I also don't mind one bit) before falling back asleep.