Imagines

He Can Tell You're Tired

Louis: You lied on his shoulder, eyes becoming extremely heavy and causing pain whenever you moved them from side to side. "Tired?" He petted your hair, placing a peck to the side of your head. "Course not." You stubbornly replied, feeling your head drift to his shoulder. He didn't reply, as he felt your breathe even out into a peaceful melody. "Goodnight love."

Harry: He knew you were tired when your face began to get pale. As if all the life was sucked out of you. Your skin at this point burned into his flesh when he ran his fingers over the goose bumps on your arms. Sighing out in relief when Harry started to curl into your side. "Love you."

Niall: Your eyes will become red, and bright irises would close against lids. Because lets face it, you loved falling asleep first. His fingers would soothe down your spine, kinking out the knots you've mad. Un-tensing your shoulder you started to drift into unconsciousness with your lips apart onto the cotton of the pillow.

Zayn: You'll hum into his neck, and his grip will tighten around your waist. "Then lets go to bed." He chuckles, you stay still though because he is so warm and you are too tired to move a muscle. "Don't make me carry you." You groaned at his denial. Clinging tighter onto his neck. "Please Zayn, I'll give you loads of kisses when we get up there."

Liam: You don't like to talk. At first, this kind of surprised him because you could go all day without taking a breather but as soon as it hit around eleven o' clock, you would go mute. Only subtle head shakes and hums through your tired lips. Liam lied beside you in bed, running his lips along your shoulders as you hummed a decent 'goodnight'.