Harry: “It’s almost Halloween,” you argue as your calculus homework sat on your desk, just waiting to be completed. “I shouldn’t be worrying about calculus, I should be worrying about what I’m going to be!” “You should be studying for your exam,” Harry retorts, picking up the textbook and holding it out to you. You groan, looking away and turning your back to him. “(Y/N), do you want to get a bad mark in this class?” he asks. “No,” you mutter, turning slightly to look at him. “Then study,” he answers pointedly, pushing the book towards you. “Study really hard and then I’ll help you pick a costume.”
Liam: “You know, I usually stop caring around third marking period,” you mumble, your head hanging off the edge of your bed as Liam looks at you with amusement. “But I honestly just can’t be bothered to do anything right now.” “It’s because I’m here, yeah?” Liam smirks, shuffling through the pile of papers on your blanket. “Exactly,” you nod your head, sitting up to look at him seriously. “We should be doing normal stuff that most couples do like going out on dates, partying, having sex-” “That last one could easily be arranged,” he cuts you off. “But instead,” you glare, emphasizing your words as you interrupt him. “We’re stuck in here because I have dumb school work to do.”
Louis: ”Looks like I’m not going to that Halloween party tonight,” you mumble to yourself as you flip through your notes, your book sitting in your lap. “Good thing we didn’t go out and buy costumes,” Louis shrugs, briefly glancing at you before scrolling through your phone. “How the hell am I supposed to get a good grade on this test,” you groan, flopping back on to your bed and covering your eyes with your arm. “I barely understand what I’m reading right now.” “Maybe it’s because you haven’t stopped studying for this test for the past two days,” your boyfriend suggests, taking the book out of your hands. “You need to relax, babe. Let’s take a nap.” “Now?” “Right now.”
Niall: ”Babe, I think it’s time for bed now,” Niall announces, walking over to you to take the papers out of your hands. “No, Niall,” you protest, pushing him away with your foot. “I need to keep studying or else I’m going to fail.” “I highly doubt you’re going to fail,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your foot away to take the papers. “Niall please,” you beg, finally taking your eyes off of the notes to look up at him. “My grade depends on this test, just let me study for 5 more minutes.” “5 more minutes,” he agrees. “And then I’ll test you on all of this in the morning before the exam.” You nod, immediately going back to studying, but not before saying a quick, “Love you.”
Zayn: ”Zayn, let go,” you grumble, your second alarm going off as you struggle to push him away from you. “No,” Zayn groans, his grip around your waist tightening. “You’re warm and soft and I’ll miss you too much if you leave.” “Shut up, Z,” you roll your eyes, managing to escape the bed. “Can’t you skip class today?” he pleads, watching as you make your way over to the closet. “I have the day off today and I want to spend as much time as I can today.” “You have the whole week off, idiot,” you laugh, pulling a shirt over your head. “Besides, I can’t miss anymore days of class.” “Damn, I thought you would’ve forgotten,” he mutters. “Nice try, babe,” you say, ruffling his hair on your way out of the bedroom. “Maybe next time.”
