Liam: You lay your legs across his lap staring blankly at the TV screen. “Why are we watching a scary movie again?” You ask him as he turns his head to face you. He shrugs, “I don’t know. Just thought we’d watch something different,” he finishes turning his gaze back to the screen. “Well, I don’t know if it sounds weird, but all this blood is making me hungry,” you say and he turns back to you, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re so weird, weirdo,” he says chuckling and turning off the TV. “I’m kind of hungry, too. C’mon let’s go get something. Movie was boring anyways,” he finishes. “Admit it, you were scared.” “Shut up,” he replies back a smile evident on his face.
Zayn: ”I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t wake you if it was this bad,” you apologize and the clock reads 3:34 in the morning. Your back is to your headboard and your hands on your growing belly. You watch as Zayn skips across the room putting on some shorts and an old t-shirt. His eyes tired and a pout to his face for waking up this early. “But you hate pickles,” he whines and he sits next to you on the bed. “Remember, it’s not for me. It’s for the baby,” you stated firmly. “I hate you,” he jokes with a small smile on his face. “I love you, too.”
Niall: You put on your shoes as quiet as you can, careful not to wake up the sleeping body laying across your couch. You grab your keys but they make noise causing your boyfriend to shift. “We are you going? At one in the morning?” He finishes his sentence glancing over at the clock. “I’m hungry, so, I’m going to Taco Bell?” You whisper hoping this was just him sleep talking but your assumptions are crushed when he sits up slipping on his shoes. “You’re not going alone,” Niall says taking the keys from your hand, “and you need to work on being more quiet.”
Harry: ”Let’s make a bet. If the Packers lose, we go out, your treat,” you say extending your hand for him to shake. “And if they win?” He questions you with a flirty smirk drawn over his face. You shift his body on under yours pinning him down on your bed. “We do whatever you want. Whatever…you…want,” you say the last words slowly and sexy. He leans up pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth. “That way, we both win here,” you wink. You both turn your heads to the screen. “Looks like we get to do what I want,” he smirks this time spinning both your bodies so now he was on top. He leans down kissing and nibbling on the soft skin of your neck. You let out a low moan and he stops. “But…” He sits up and you begin to study his face carefully propping yourself with your elbows, “I am hungry,” He winks at you with an evil smirk on his face. “But it’s two in the freaking morning-” “Nuh uh uh,” he cuts you off placing a finger on your lips, “whatever…I..want.”
Louis: ”And who’s idea was this?” Louis whines as you stroll down the aisle of the pastry section of the grocery store, fingers entwined. “And for fuck’s sake at ten at night,” he continues. “Stop complaining. It’s for Niall. Remember it’s his birthday tomorrow,” you say. “Yeah, but why not just buy a cake instead of looking for an ingredient you probably won’t find except in like some foreign country?!” You stop yanking him by the hand in the way. You glare at him. “Remember that time you were sick? How the guys volunteered almost a week running to the store and back just for you?” You glare at him one more time. “You make me look like a bad person,” he states and both continue your way. “You’re not bad. You’re just grumpy when you’re sleepy. It’s quite cute actually,” you finish planting a kiss on his cheek.
