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You help him sleep (y/n)

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Louis: Louis had been acting weird all day. He had been sluggish and lounged all day long, so when bedtime rolled around, he was more than willing to go. You woke up to feel heat radiating off of your husband, and realized he was wide awake. "Louis, you okay?" you asked him. "Nope. I haven't slept at all, and I have been up and down throwing up all night," he said clearly irritated. "Awe, love, I'm sorry!" you said rolling over to look at him. "Me too. This is the worst I have felt in years, I knew that pizza I got with the boys didn't taste right," he explained with a sigh. "Let me go get you some water and medicine," you said getting up to retrieve the items. When you come back up, Louis had the lamp flipped on, and you could tell how green his complexion was. "Thanks, love," he says washing down the medicine in hopes it would relieve his apparent food poisoning. "No problem!" you say walking back to your side of the bed. "Anything else I can do?" you ask before you lay back down. "No, love, go back to sleep," he said and turned the lamp off. "I'll stay awake until you fall asleep," you said cuddling into his now shivering body to give him some warmth. You lifted his shirt up a little, and slid your hand under rubbing soft circles on his aching stomach. He sighed in relief. "Thank you, y/n, I love you so much," Louis said with already drooping eyes. "I love you too," you said continuing to soothe him to sleep. 

Liam: You felt Liam flip over and sigh for the hundreth time that night. "Liam, what's the problem?" you sigh. "Can't sleep," he states simply rolling over yet again. "Why?" you asked half asleep yourself. "Too much on my mind," he answered with a huff. "Like what?" you said rolling over. "I don't know, just everything with this new album. We are writing most of the songs, and we have a bit of writer's block, and we are getting scary close to the deadline," Liam said facing you. "Well, Liam, I know you and the boys are absolutely going to make a great album. You guys always pull it off!" you reassure your worried husband. "I don't know, y/n. There's just been so much going on," Liam said and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you got it in you," you encouraged and he looked at you as well as he could in the dark. "I don't know what I would do without you," Liam said and pulled you close. You thought he was finally falling asleep, but noticed his breathing never slowed, so you finally looked up at his face from your spot on his chest. "Relax," you soothed and started to rub his arm. Shortly he fell asleep under your soft touch.

Niall: You could hear soft gasps beside you, and rolled over wondering if Niall was okay. Niall was still asleep, but was very obviously having a nightmare. He flinched and started gasping more and more, and woke up with one swift movement. He started gasping strongly for breath, and you grabbed his shoulders to let him know you had him. He panicked not knowing what had him, and jumped really hard. You grabbed his face gently and started hushing him. "Shh, Niall, it's me," you comforted. "Breathe deep, follow my breathing," you said putting his hand on your chest so he could mimic you. After several minutes, he finally got control back over his breath. Niall collapsed in your arms exhausted with a few tears running down his face. "It's over. I'm right here," you comfort feeling his heart still racing. "I-I had a ni-nightmare," Niall coughed out as he tried to control the rest of his wheezing. "It's okay, love," you say laying back down with him leaning on you. "I can't go back to sleep, what if I have it again?" he says trying to sit back up, but you gently pull him back down where he was resting on your stomach. "Then, I'll be right here," you said running your hands through his hair finally relaxing him back to sleep after a while.

Harry: You and Harry had been in bed for several hours, and you had already fallen asleep hours ago. You woke up to Harry's bedside lamp on, and him laughing loudly about something on the TV. "Harry?" you ask rolling over and shielding your eyes from the lamp. "Sorry, love, didn't mean to wake you. I'm not tired," he said turning off the lamp and holding you. "What time is it?" you ask and he looks at the neon lights flashing on the alarm clock. "3:35am," he answers back. "Harry, we have a flight at 7am, and then you have a day full of promo, you need to go to sleep," you scold your husband. "I knoowww, I just can't get sleepy," Harry says making you laugh at him. "Well first, you should probably lay all the way down," you suggest sitting up from his chest so he can pull his pillow down to sleep. He scoot down, and you laid back down on his chest. "Now what?" he asked amused to hear the next step. "Turn off the comedian," you said and he grumbles, but does as he's told. "Now, close your eyes," you say snuggling in. After about 10 seconds of silence, he announces it isn't working. "Well maybe cause you didn't give it enough time," you say getting a little aggravated at his unwillingness to even lay in silence for more than a few seconds. Finally, you start to hum to him, and it relaxes him into a small slumber before the flight.