Harry: You squeal and your eyes fly open as you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. You hear a chuckle and you glance up to see Harry smiling down at you. “Just me,” He says before pecking your forehead. “You scared me,” You mumble. Harry’s lips dance over your skin, leaving kisses on your shoulder and all the way to your neck. “Sorry,” He whispers into your ear after placing a kiss behind it. You lean into him, so that your back is resting against his chest and his hands knot with yours. You rest your head on his shoulder, exposing your neck for him to continue his sweet kisses. Your eyes close as the warm water rinses over you, removing the world around you for a moment.
Liam: “Baby,” You hear Liam’s voice from outside of the bathroom before he knocks on the door. “What?” You call to him, and he opens the door, greeted with a cloud of steam from your shower. “Don’t be mad,” He starts, and you pause in the middle of washing your hair. “What did you do?” You hesitantly ask. Liam stares at the sliding door of the shower, the only thing separating you two. “Well, I didn’t realize that I have a meeting today, and I have to be out the door in twenty minutes. I hate to do this to you, but would you mind if I shower with you? I’m really sorry,” He quickly explains, speaking so quickly that he stumbles over his own words. You sigh and a tiny smile tugs at your lips. You peek around the shower door, and you say to him, “Don’t apologize. Of course you can join me.”
Niall: You try to escape without waking Niall up, but your attempt proves to be unsuccessful when you feel his hand grab your wrist, refusing to let you go. His face is stuffed in his pillow as he lies on his stomach, but he still manages to keep a hold on your wrist. “Niall,” You whine, “Sweetheart, I really need to get going. You know I’d love to lay here with you any other day.” He groans into his pillow and awkwardly squirms out of bed with a stubborn grip on your wrist. You giggle as he sleepily yawns before standing. “I need to take a shower,” You say as he pecks your lips. “I’ll go with you,” He replies, and in a matter of minutes, you’re standing in the warm shower with your boyfriend’s arms comfortably wrapped around you.
Louis: Steam pours around you, and your shoulders fall as Louis massages them. “Relax,” He says, and your eyes slowly close. Just as quickly as the close, however, they’re springing open again. “The kids-” You start, but Louis hushes you by interrupting. “Shh, it’s okay. I put them to bed already. Just relax,” He tells you. The weight of everything seems to be lifted off of you, and you ease into your husband’s touch. He kneads his thumbs into your skin, and a low moan slips past your lips. “We need to do this more often,” Louis says. “I agree,” You say as Louis places a gentle kiss on the side of your face. When you’re done, he dries you up and waits for you to throw some clothes on before leading you to the living room, where a tray of chocolate covered strawberries is waiting for you.
Zayn: “If you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would you go?” Zayn curiously asks as he lathers a cloth with your sweet-scented body wash. “That’s a good question,” You say while he runs the cloth along your arms, leaving a trail of soapy bubbles behind. “Well, where would you go?” He asks again, demanding an answer from you. You shrug and say, “I guess I’d go to France or something like that.” He slides the cloth along your sides, and you sigh as the warm water rinses the soap from your body. You turn so that you’re facing him, and you massage a decent amount of his shampoo through his hair while he washes your shoulders. “France it is,” He suddenly says, and you pause. “What do you mean?” You ask. “I’ll clear a week or two for just you and me, and we’ll go to France,” He says before leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.
