One direction imagines and prefrences

Sharing a bunk

Zayn:

"You ready for bed?" Zayn asks me, his sleepy eyes lazily looking into mine. I smile and they light up as they always do. Whenever I tell him that they do that he claims that it's because he gets to see my face instead of just imagining it as he often has to do when he's on tour. I think it's because he remembers that he's talking to someone and that he needs to stay awake until he gets into bed. But that's just me. "Yup" I respond, allowing him to lead me by the hand to his bunk. We're already in our pajamas, since we did spend a number of hours watching films while drinking hot chocolate and wrapped in a blanket. Zayn helps me up into the bunk and climbs in after me, then pulling the covers over us and the curtain shut. I didn't realize how dark it got in there, so I reflexively grab out in front of me for Zayn's arm. "You alright babe?" he asks, sounding concerned. I nod my head, forgetting it's dark for a moment and that he can't see me, so I tell him that I was fine. "Good" he says, pulling me closer to him. "Let's go to sleep now, yeah? Goodnight, y/n. I love you. See you in the morning" Zayn whispers into my ear, calming me and immediately allowing me to close my eyes and drift of too sleep.

Niall:

I had always wondered what it was like to sleep in one of these bunks on the tourbus, and now, here I am, wishing that I once again did not know. My back is pressed against the wall, with Niall's back pressed against me. He thinks its funny, I swear hes just trying to push me. He does this often, so I don't have a clue as to why I do not simply expect it from him. Pretending to be asleep, he scoots even closer to me, flattening me against the wall even more than before. Okay, I think. Two can play at that game. I ease my hand from between our close bodies, finally freeing it and resting it on my hip. After thinking my plan through a bit more, I snake my hand up Niall's back, stopping right at his waistline. I use a few things to my advantage: his ticklishness and his heavy sleeping. Therefore, if I tickle him in his sleep, he won't notice. But, since we all know he's awake, he's in big trouble. I begin digging my fingers into his hard stomach, feeling him flinch beneath my hand. I move my hand faster, centering it more now on the center of his abs. Before I know it, after a thud or two, I'm on the ground on top of Niall, him trying to catch his breath, and a concerned Zayn standing right in front of me. "What was going on in there?"

Louis:

Lucky for me, Louis has the highest bunk in the bus. I'm joking. Not about him having the highest bunk, because he does, but about me being lucky, because it's not for me. You see, Louis has those strong legs to help him get up to his bed effortlessly, but I, on the other hand, am not blessed with that. Plus he's had the advantage of having practice as well. Being on tour for so long has helped him in a way. So when it's time for bed he bounds up the bunks below him until he reaches his own, and he then throws himself in. I remain at the bottom, staring up at him, wondering how he could possibly do that, and if I'd even be able to get up there on my own. I place a hand on the cold wall of the bus and grip onto a bed with my other hand. I guess I must have been standing there for a while before moving because Louis peeked his head out from his bunk. His face crinkles into one of his most genuinely happy smiles as he chuckles at my hesitation. "Need a hand, love?" he says, attempting to suppress his laughter. "As a matter of fact I do" I shoot back at him. "Alright, no need to be angry, now." He hops out of his bunk, landing right next to me before giving me a hand up to his bed.

Liam:

I am squished into the back of Liam's bunk on the tour bus and hidden under the blanket, trying to keep quiet. I don't really think I'm supposed to be here, Liam knows the rules, not me. So I stay silent as his back is turned to me and he talks to Paul for the last time tonight. "Night" Liam says to him before I hear the thump of his feet as he walks away. After closing the heavy curtain, I feel him shift his body to face me. The cover is slowly taken off of my head and I am met by darkness. I reach out to try to find him, and my hand lands right on his tiny nose, causing him to giggle. "Liam" I hear a voice come from outside of the bunk. Deepening myself in the covers and bringing them over my head once again, I hold by breath as the curtains are opened. "What are you doing in here" the thick Irish accent fills my ears. "Nothing, Niall" Liam defends himself. "I just read something on my phone and laughed. Mind your own business geeze." "Heh, fine" Niall huffs as he stomps away and lets the curtain fall once more. I pull the blanket off and, staying buried deep in the covers, look at Liam. He puts a finger to his lips, showing me that we couldn't speak, then Liam wraps his arm around me as I drift off to sleep.

Harry:

Harry and I are laying in his bunk on the tour bus facing each other with his hands engulfing my small ones. Earlier he had forced me to lay on the inside, insisting that it would be easier since I'm "tinier" than him. We're quite cramped, and I wonder how he can fit here alone, let alone with another person. I wrap my arm around his large rib cage for fear that he would fall, not that my arm could prevent him from falling. Even with the little light we have, I can see him smiling through the darkness as he drapes his arm around my waist and scooches a bit closer to me. After some time I can tell from his steady, deep breathing that Harry is asleep. I stare at him, at his perfection, and admire him. He's so close to me. I reach out a hand and place it on his cheek that is not touching our shared pillow. "How did I get so lucky?" I ask myself, out loud. "I ask myself that question every day" I hear Harry say. "I didn't know you were awake" I reply, feeling my face get hot. "I love you" is the only thing Harry says in return. I smile. "I love you more" I giggle. "My love," he begins, "I'm afraid that's not possible".