Niall: He let out a garbled groan as you nudged him again. “Ni, it’s, like, the afternoon and I’m bored, get up.” He responded by moving further into his pillow, “m, one second.” You sat for a minute just watching him breathing deeply, not quite asleep, but not fully conscious either. His hair (which needed to be re-dyed) was falling onto his forehead, his lips were chapped and mouth slightly open, eyebrows furrowed. You began to say his name again when he whimpered, “let’s just stay in today, eh? Watch a movie or something, I’ll just sleep five more minutes and then we can.”
Liam: “I,” you declared, walking up to him, “am bored.” He looked over to you from where he stood, making some sort of shake. You huffed as you collapsed onto the couch, “I would rather be doing math than this, which like, this is nothing, so.” He chuckled shaking his head, “Do you want me to make you any?” He asked, gesturing to the recently purchased blender. You shook your head, “want to do something.” “Ah,” he answered, “so maybe a video game?”
Zayn: “I haven’t left this house in, like, years.” He complained, nudging his head to your neck. You nodded, “We should do something, than.” He sighed, “what, though?” You thought for a second, glancing down at how his hair fell to the side, eyes looking up to you. “D’you wanna go to the beach or something, maybe?”
Harry: He let out another groan from where he sat next to you on the airplane, “I’m pretty sure my legs are gonna fall off.” He told you, shaking his legs rigorously. You smirked at his exaggeration, “go walk to the washroom or something, Harry.” He was quick to shoot down the idea, shaking his head. “But your warm, and airplanes are always so cold.” He paused to press a quick kiss to your cheek, “also, I can kiss you when I’m bored.”
Louis: “Babe?” You asked, meandering into the kitchen. He was quick to scold you, reprimanding you because “I’m trying to make a fancy dinner, your not even supposed to be home right now.” You leant against the wall, “Wow, Lou, I feel so loved.” He tried to pull the corners of his mouth down as he turned to you with a dish towel in hand, “out, now, or I won’t give you anything.”
