Louis: Your eyes flutter open and the first thing you notice is Louis arm around your waist. He always does that, holding you tight when you’re in bed whether he is asleep or not. You look at his sleeping face and smile. You urgently need to go to the bathroom and manage to free yourself from his grip without waking him up. When you come back you see on the clock that Louis will surely wake up in a couple of minutes and decide to make some tea for the both of you. Neither Louis nor you are big fans of breakfast in bed. It is one of your rituals to make breakfast together but you are sure he won’t mind a cup of tea in bed. You get back, happy to see that Louis is still asleep and put the two cups on the nightstand. Crawling under the covers you snuggle next to Louis and start playing with his hair. “Louis”you coo. Louis only shifts a little but doesn’t open his eyes. “Louiiiiiis. Wake up boobear.” “Don’t call me like that” he says in a sleepy voice, eyes still closed. You pout. “Why not? Boobear is soooo cute. Just like you” you exclaim poking his cheek. He grips your hand, leads it to his lips and kisses it. Turning towards you he yawns and smiles. “I made tea” you say and his sleepy face lights up. Both of you sit up and you hand him his tea. Cuddling into his side both of you always talk about random and not so important stuff but that is what makes it so special. This time it is about an embarrassing name for you. Louis comes up with so many stupid names you have to put your cup on the nightstand because your laughing so hard. And this perfect morning is always your perfect start into the day.
Harry: Most of the days you wake up to a kiss on your lips and you smile instantly. Cupping Harry’s face with your hands he starts kissing you all over yours and you dissolve into giggles. “Harry, stop” you say still smiling. He stops after two kisses and lays on his side, facing you, cupping his head in his hand and leaning on his elbow. “Slept good?” he asks with a smile spread on his face. “Yeah, I did. And you?” Harry nods and reaches over, putting one arm around your waist pulling you closer. He snuggles his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses to it. You push him playfully to what he responds with a pout. “Aww” you coo, mocking his pout. You sit up, pulling the covers away and stretch your arms. Harry has other plans and pulls you back by your wrist, dragging you on top of him and covers both of you with the blanket. “Where do you think you’re going?” Harry asks with a cheeky smile. He is in his playful mood again which means he won’t let you go away that fast and easily. “Going to make breakfast. I’m hungry” you respond. Harry pouts and looks at you with puppy eyes. “Don’t go. Stay here.” You laugh and shake your head. “Pleaseeee. Please Y/N, please.” “Okay, okay” you give in. “YEAYYY” Harry cheers like a little child. “But just for a little while.” You crawl under the blanket again, into his arms. After a while he always starts tickling you and in the end you just play hide and seek under the covers. And the little while always turns into hours.
Liam: No matter what happens the first thing you do when you wake up always has to do something with Liam. When he is not at home you’ll wake up alone and instantly call him or he wakes you up by calling you what you don’t mind at all. But on the days when he is home you wake up next to him and that’s one of the best feelings ever. It’s not that one of you wakes up before the other, it’s rather balanced. However today is one of the days where you wake up after him. When you open your eyes and not seeing him next to you his arrival from tour yesterday seems like a dream and you sadden immediately. But the second you hear a noise coming from the kitchen you smile and jump to your feet. There you see Liam frying some bacon and rush to him putting your arms around his bare torso from behind. That’s another ritual of you two. Whoever wakes up first makes breakfast.You wonder how you could forget about it. Liam looses his balance a little because your hug is a bit fierce but manages not to fall. “Slowly Y/N” Liam laughs. You shake your head what he feels on his back and shut your eyes close tightening your grip around his torso. “I missed our mornings. I missed all of it. And now I finally have my mornings and you back.” Liam laughs and turns to you embracing you. “I missed this too. Soooo much. Now, come on. Sit on the table, breakfast’s ready. I’m going to serve it.” You do as he says and this morning is definitely one of those which you will put on your favourite morning list.
Niall: Due to the fact that Niall is most of the times so tired of touring, jet lags, recording, and so on it is very natural that you will wake up before him. You sit up watching his angelic face and chest rise and fall. You listen to his even breathing and smile. Deciding on no longer watching Niall being asleep like a creepy stalker you go to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Although he loves to eat anything and anywhere you exactly know that his all time favourite is breakfast in bed. And you don’t mind at all making him that. It’s always a huge breakfast which to outsiders may seem like it is for a whole family. You put everything on a tablet and go up to your bedroom. Seeing that Niall is still asleep it breaks your heart to wake him up but it is already 10 am and you don’t want the food to get cold. “Niall, Niall” you whisper and nudge him. “Wake up.” “Five minutes babe” he mumbles turning to his other side. Sighing you agree on five minutes and watch the clock. “Niall, hey. Come on, open your eyes.” Niall groans but you stay persistent. He gives you a kiss before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What’s smelling so good?” he asks, accent thick. “I made breakfast.” Niall’s face lights up making you laugh. You put the tablet on the bed and the two of you start eating. This is it. Your great mornings with Niall and you will do anything to also have them in the future.
Zayn: Every morning you wake up before Zayn and like every morning you watch him while he is asleep. His mouth is a little open and he is lying on the stomach, hands around his pillow with messy hair. You smile over how cute he looks and even though you watched him so many times being asleep you never get bored. Zayn seems so peaceful and carefree as if no millions of girls are crying over him, screaming and squealing because of him while being at a concert, on the street or in front of their computers and as if he is not a member of the worlds best boyband. When he is asleep it is like the whole stress of being in One Direction doesn’t exist. After a couple of minutes you always decide to wake him up by whispering his name in his ear and poking his shoulder. Although you know how difficult it is to wake him up you always start softly. “Zayn” you coo and bite his earlobe. He shifts a little and turns his head away. Folding your arms on his bare back you lay on him continuing to your attempts to wake him up. “Zayn” you say a bit louder. “Wake up.” Zayn still doesn’t react so you shake him by his shoulders. “Zayn!” you whine. “Get up. I’m bored.” “Let me sleep” he mumbles he pleads in a husky voice. “No! Get up. Like right now.” You jump a little up and down on him till he turns around. Suddenly, he grabs you by your shoulders, laying you on the bed and hovers over you. “So, you’re waking me up because you’re bored?” he asks seeming very much awake. You nod in response. “Aaaand what do you want to do now that I am awake?” Zany asks laying down next to you. You snuggle into his arms putting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he holds you close. And this is it. This is your perfect morning, laying in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and breathing and breathing in his scent.
