Harry: You woke up by soft lips touching yours and your eyes fluttered open immediately. ‘Hey. I’m sorry I woke you up. Tried my best to do it soft.’ Harry whispered with his rapsy voice. He had bend himself over your sleeping body. ‘I’m leaving for the livestream hang out.’ He informed you. And then you realized he was all dressed, ready to go. ‘No…’ You groaned with pouting lips, gripping his hand and holding it close to you, hoping he would not be able to leave. It made him chuckle softly. ‘I’m sorry, baby.’ He whispered while kissing your temple. ‘It’s Sunday. Sunday’s are my Harry time!’ You complained in a winey voice. ‘I know, beautiful. Not fair. But I’ll be back as soon as it’s over.’ He smiled with compassion. You waited a while before you nodded in defeat. ‘I’ll wait for you.’ You mumbled, still not over him leaving you on a Sunday. You heard his chuckle again, before he pressed your goodbye kiss on your lips. ‘I know you will.’ And you held on to him until the last very moment. So unfair he had to go on a Sunday. ‘Styles?’ You called after him while he was making himself over to the bedroom door. And he stopped in his tracks when he heard his last name. ‘Can I please have a cuddle before you go?’ You asked with the biggest pout, so he wouldn’t be able to resist, although it would mean he was going to be five minutes late. You could see him think about it, trying to resist, but it didn’t work. He gave up, smiled and fell back on the bed with his shoes on, grabbing your waist and rolling your boyd on him. He wrapped his arms around you so you were covered with his touch. ‘I love you, miss cuddle.’ He whispered in your hair and it caused your heart to skip a beat.
Louis: ‘Okay. Close your eyes.’ Louis said next to you with a very suspicious smile on his face. He helped by placing his hand in front of your vision. ‘And why should I do that?’ You wondered out loud. You heard him chuckle right after, still his hand making sure you couldn’t see anything. ‘I have a surprise. Wait for it.’ He told you. There was not really any other noise. You didn’t hear him move, so you figured he was doing something on his phone. ‘Okay. Keep your eyes closed and listen.’ He spoke softly. And when you nodded, music filled the room. And from the moment you heard Louis voice sing, your eyes shot open. ‘Is it the album?’ You squealed excited and when Louis’ crooked smile appeared you knew it was your time to listen to it. ‘Which song is this?’ You questioned immediately when you heard the chorus. It was his song. His voice was booming through the speakers of his phone. ‘No Control.’ He replied proudly. And immediately you knew that was a song he wrote himself. ‘It’s… It’s not even like it’s One Direction, babe.’ You stammered. ‘Or maybe it is. But it’s amazing. It’s just like I imagine you making music.’ You smiled. And your words were followed by him cupping your face and kissing your lips. ‘That was exactly what I wanted to hear you say.’
Niall: ‘Hmm-mm… No… No I wouldn’t do that. Just ask what they think about it.’ Niall spoke to his phone. You hated it when modest called him on a Sunday. And Niall hated it too. You could hear the frustration in his voice. So you decided to make something for breakfast, because these phonecalls could last for a while. From the moment you jumped out of bed, you felt Niall grab your hand, mouthing ‘no’ to tell you he didn’t want you to leave. But when you signed to him you were going to grab food, he was fine with it… of course. It took you at least twenty minutes to get everything ready. You were positive the call would have ended by now. But when you entered the room, you only found an only more frustrated Niall, walking up and down the room with his phone still in his hand. ‘I don’t know! I can’t decide something like that on my own. Can’t we just talk about this in the meeting of tomorrow?’ He tried, but when you saw your boyfriend roll his eyes, you realized they just didn’t want to let him go. It was your time to step in. You put the plate down, walked over to Niall and grabbed the phone out of his hands. ‘Hey. Hello there. Just to inform you it’s a Sunday. And he deserves a break now. So I propose you go enjoy your Sunday with your family as well. Alright? Thank you! Goodbye.’ And you hung up without letting the guy speak. You crawled into bed again while Niall stared at you with a big smirk on his face. ‘That was incredibly sexy, you know that?’ He smiled, while walking over to the bed and putting the plate in the middle, ready to finally enjoy your Sunday breakfast in bed.
Liam: Reading was one of your favourite things to do. And because you had such a busy life, you were only able to make time for it on Sundays. So today you placed yourself on your bed with the book you were reading, to lose yourself in the pages for hours. Until suddenly a soft knock interrupted your thoughts and brought you back to the present time. Liam’s head peaked through the door. You didn’t mind him coming in. He was probably the only one who was allowed to interrupt you when you read. He walked over to your side of the bed and placed himself on a small spot next to your legs. ‘Zayn and Perrie invited us for a Sunday roast tonight. You up for that?’ He asked with a smile in his eyes. He spend his Sunday writing music or playing some games or watch action movies, you didn’t really like. He loved to do that in his free time. ‘Of course, yes. Sounds great!’ You nodded, getting excited for it. You loved spending time with the lads and the girls. ‘Which book are you reading?’ Liam asked you, taking the book out of your hands to look at the cover. ‘Looks like something romantic.’ He predicted and he was right. You loved romantic books and movies and everything romantic. ‘It’s about a boy who’s in love with a girl that lives on the other side of the world. It’s sad but beautiful too.’ You explained to him, and Liam nodded like he understood. ‘Kind of like us, when I’m on tour.’ He added softly, making you both think about him having to leave next month to go on tour again. ‘Kind of like us… Yes… Although we do it better.’ You said with a smile. ‘We do?’. ‘Much better.’ You confirmed and a wide smirk appeared on his face because of it. ‘It’s because we are a good team, isn’t it.’ He mumbled while coming closer to kiss your lips. He threw the book to the other side of the bed, so his hands were free to cup your face. And you couldn’t do anything other than agree and lose yourself in his kiss. ‘We definitely are.’
Zayn: Sundays with Zayn consisted out of sleeping in until late in the afternoon. You both were so good at that. But today something woke you up around 9 o’clock and you were not able to sleep. It was frustrating because you hated it to not wake up with him. And you would never wake him up just for your benefit. He needed his sleep. So you waited and you tried to find a spot to fall back asleep again, but after half an hour (what definitely felt like two hours) you were clueless about what to do. ‘What’s wrong, babe.’ You heard Zayn’s sleepy voice ask and you were startled by it for a couple of seconds because you didn’t think he would be awake. Zayn was a very deep sleeper, he would be able to sleep through alarms, definitely. ‘How did you know I was awake?’ You exclaimed in surprise. A better question would be why he was awake, but before you could add it, he already answered. ‘I may be a deep sleeper, but I feel it when you are restless. And I can’t sleep when you can’t sleep.’ He muttered still his eyes closed. ‘Com’ere…’ He added, while holding his arm open so you could crawl under it and find your spot on his chest. And from the moment you lay there, you knew you needed this. ‘Better?’ He whispered. And immediately you felt your eyelids droop. ‘Better…’ You mumbled before you felt yourself fall back asleep, in his comforting and strong arms.
