One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#21. "I Can't Sleep..."

New Preference! 

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 "I Can't Sleep..."

Niall: “I need you to build a fort with me,” you whispered, your restlessness finally getting the better of you. He groaned, rolling over to grab his phone. “Babe, it’s-” he clicked the screen to life and groaned, “it’s 2:30, you want to build a fort now?" he rubbed his tired eyes and you grinned at him in the darkness. "Yes, I can’t sleep. Please?" He sighed and sat up, rubbing the last of sleep out of his eyes. "Sure," he swung out of bed and you bounded after him. That’s the sort of guy Niall was. He was game for anything, especially when it came to you, he couldn’t help himself. He felt you tossing and turning all night and it was only a matter time until you spoke up, he couldn’t sleep if you couldn’t. "Wanna make some tea?" He rasped as he grabbed the sheets out of the closet. You set to work, making tea while he placed the dining room chairs back to back, making an oblong square. He ran back upstairs and grabbed the duvet, stuffing it inside his make shift fort. He added in pillows and crawled inside. You handed him his tea and joined him, grinning at him over your mug. "Remember the first time we made a fort?" You asked. He laughed and settled back against his pillow. "Yup, you hung those glow in the dark cut out stars up, and you told me to make a wish." You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. "I loved you right then, I knew it. I’ll never forget how you looked, so warm curled up beside me. And on every one of those stars, I wished for you. I wished for another moment like that, and it looks like my wish came true." He pressed his lips to your forehead, his hand lacing through yours as he thanked his lucky stars he got forever with you.

Harry: “I can’t sleep,” he groaned, rolling over for the umpteenth time. He punched his pillow, trying to find a comfortable spot on the mattress. You shifted, rolling to face him and yours fingers drifted down his back. “Told you not to have that coffee,” you mumbled, fingers still lazily running down his back. “I know,” he sighed letting his eyes drift closed. He loved having you scratch his back, it was the most relaxing thing on the earth. Sometimes your fingers would sneak up into his hair, combing and tugging on his curls. Your fingers always traced the tattoos on his body, sending chills along his arms. Your touches soothed him, relaxed him, and more often than not that’s how he fell asleep. “C’mere,” you rolled to your back and patted your chest. Immediately, he curled up in your arms, his forehead pressed against your neck as you continued your slow touches. “So warm,” he sighed, lifting his head as he pressed a kiss to your neck. You smiled, letting him nuzzle into your body. That’s what Harry did, he nuzzled and cuddled and wrapped himself around you like a vine. “Have I ever told you about the time I knew I loved you?” You whispered into the silence. His body went still and you could feel his breaths come quicker as they brushed against your skin. “No,” he whispered, eyes closing again. “Remember the first time you stayed at my place? It was like this, you couldn’t sleep and I scratched your back and wrote a story across it. You were asleep, but I wrote ‘I love you’ on every inch of your skin, I was crazy over you.” He swallowed thickly as your fingers wrote the words over his heart now. It was yours, for the rest of his life. No one would ever touch his heart the way you did.

Zayn: He was the worst when he couldn’t sleep. Sleep was his favorite thing on the planet- next to you, of course. And he could never function the next day. He was tired, surly and ready to go back to bed as soon as he woke up. He sat up, covers pooling around his waist as he buried his head in his hands. “What’s up?” You asked, sitting up beside him. He turned, resting his weight on his palm behind him as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. “I can’t sleep is all, go back to bed, babe, yeah?” He asked, his voice sounding hoarse and scratchy. “Want to talk?” You asked drowsily, lids still heavy. He couldn’t sleep because he had nightmares, nightmares about losing you and now more than ever all he wanted was to hear your voice. You always lulled him into relaxation, lulled him into a place where life was better than dreams. “Can we?” He asked. You nodded and fell back against your pillow. He took your hand, his index finger tracing the curve of your palm and each finger, up to the tip and back down again. “Know what I was thinking about the other day?” He asked, his lips pressing to the center of your palm. He closed your fingers around it, letting you clutch onto his kiss. “Hmm?” You said, shivering as his hands traced your shoulders, collar bones. “I was thinking about how I get to do this every night for the rest of my life. I get to sleep with you and I get to comfort you and wake up with you, that’s sick, you know?” He laughed, a boyish smile on his face. He feathered kisses over your face, hesitating over your lips. “I get to kiss you every day for the rest of my life, nothing could be better, ever,” he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around you and clutching you to his chest.

Liam: Liam’s body took up to much space. He was too big, too warm. Sometimes he was hard to sleep with, like now. He was out like a light beside you, his soft snores filling the room. You couldn’t sleep, all you wanted to do was run your mouth down his skin and trace each muscle in his body. You growled, rolling to your side. “You make too many noises,” he laughed, surprising you. “You okay?” He asked, shifting his body so his chest was to your back. The mattress shifted and his hand dropped across your hip. “Yeah, I just can’t sleep,” you rolled to face him, nose bumping into his. “Hmmm, any reason why?” He teased, his lips pressing to the tip of your nose. “Maybe,” you laughed, letting your body press into his. His hand looped around your back, trailing down your skin, the scruff on his face tickling your skin Sometimes Liam was hard and fast, all hands and mouth and desperate pleas. But sometimes he was slow, tender, hushed promises and honeyed words. His lips ran down your neck, his body slowly covering yours. “I love you like this,” he whispered into the dark. “So warm, so soft, so lovely,” he kissed the place where your heart beat, his eyes flicking to you. “Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real,” he confessed, his lips moving down to your tummy. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he rested his cheek against you. “But I am,” you said softly, watching him press another kiss to your tummy. “I know, and sometimes I feel like it’s too good to be true. Sometimes I can’t believe that I get to be yours,” he shook his head and tugged his shirt off and then yours, pressing his bare chest to yours. “Feel my heart?” He asked, and you nodded. “It’s yours.”

Louis: Neither one of you could sleep. You lay side by side, your left arm pressed against his right as you stared at the ceiling. “I have to disagree, I think that poptarts are one of the greatest inventions,” he shook his head and you laughed, twisting to your side to get a better look at him. “Of all the things in the world? Poptarts? You’re crazy,” you teased. He tickled your sides, your laugh filling up the silent parts of the room. “I may be crazy, but at least I’ll be crazy with some poptarts. Fine, what’s your favorite creation?” He asked, his fingers stilling. It was late, close to three a.m. and neither of you were ready to go to sleep yet. You loved nights like this, loved seeing how silly your conversations could be. And he loved making you laugh, the sleep loss was worth it to know that he put that smile on your face. “My favorite creation is you,” you whispered softly, ducking your face and hiding it in his shoulder. “What, what did you just say?” He asked, prying you away from his arm. You shook your head suddenly embarrassed and hid your face in the sheet. “Look at me, please,” he pleaded, hands running down your back, lips ghosting over your bare shoulder. You peeked an eye out at him, relieved to see the smile on his face. “Why are you shy? That’s the most amazing thing…” he clutched you to his chest, head buried in the crook of your neck as he hugged you. “You mean so much,” he whispered fiercely. “You came into my life and you changed everything. I’m a better man because of you, and the most beautiful creation of all is how we feel about each other. This is more than love, more than just a relationship. This is forever, this is an eon and an era. What I feel for you- there will never be words.”