Harry: "(Y/N)?" Harry pouts, shuffling down the stairs and standing in front of you as you look up from the work you were doing. "Are you almost done? I can’t sleep without you there." At his words, your heart felt as if it might burst, so you decided to stop for the night and go to bed. "Yeah, I’m coming," you reassure him, turning off the lights and leading him towards the bedroom. You got changed and brushed your teeth as Harry watched you from his spot on the bed, eagerly waiting for you to climb in beside him. You got under the covers and he immediately snuggled towards you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your middle before falling asleep.
Liam: You and Liam had decided to watch a movie after dinner, but after a long day at work, you were already tired as it began. So you decided to lie down, resting your head on the arm of the sofa while your feet were in Liam’s lap. As the movie progressed, you could tell Liam was getting a bit sleepy himself so you tapped his hand with your foot and when he looked over at you, you opened up your arms to him. With a grin, he situated himself between you and the sofa, his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you as you ran your fingers through his head. Eventually, the two of you fell asleep as the credits rolled by, waking up with aching joints but not regretting it at all.
Louis: “It’s snowing,” you inform Louis with a smile as he walks down the stairs that morning. “That means we should stay inside all day and sit in front of the fire,” Louis replies groggily since he had just woken up. He clambers on top of you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck as you laugh beneath him. “You don’t want to go out and play in the snow?” you ask, somewhat shocked that he wasn’t in the mood to pelt you with snowballs. “No,” he disagrees, holding you tightly. “I just want to hold you right now.” You nod your head, brushing the hair away from his forehead as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You didn’t move from that spot for about two hours that day.
Niall: “I feel absolutely terrible,” Niall groans after drinking his medicine. “Do you want anything else?” you ask your boyfriend, trying to do everything possible to try and make him feel better. He shakes head, weakly tugging at your wrist. “Just cuddle with me.” So you make your way over to him, adjusting your body beneath him since he had decided to have half of his body on top of you. “Niall, I can’t breathe,” you laugh when he moved his knee to dig into your ribs. “Whoops,” he replies sheepishly, burrowing his face into your neck when his stomach starts to hurt again.
Zayn: You were hanging out with the boys for the day, all of you deciding to order Chinese and watch Marvel movies. As the night went on, Zayn got more and more tired because of all of the food he ate and also because the rest of the boys were starting to quiet down. So he laid down next to you on the sofa, and when he saw that you were shivering, he draped himself over you. “I’m your blanket,” he grins when you look up at him with confusion. You roll your eyes but leave him be, your hands finding their way underneath his shirt and softly running your fingers up and down his spine as his head rests on your shoulder.
