Louis - It was late in the evening, and you were curled up on the couch deep into your third episode of Law & Order. Louis was at Harry’s with the other boys hanging out, and you didn’t expect him to be back anytime soon. Your sleepy-time tea was long gone and the mug forgotten on the table, and soon enough you dozed off with the show still playing quietly in the background. Suddenly you heard the door slam open, and five distinctively loud voices yelled into the room. Before you could even process what was happening, the sudden noise scared you right onto the floor. “Shh, shh!” You heard Louis say. “(Y/N) is probably sleeping!” You sat up mumbling, “Well I was.” The boys all poked their heads around the corner, now seeing you on the floor, and Louis glared at them. “See, you woke her… what are you doing on the floor, babe?” “I was on the couch.” Louis glared again. “You scared her onto the floor!” Harry punched his arm. “You were yelling too!” You laughed lightly, forgetting any anger you initially felt. “It’s alright boys, no real harm done. You wanna finish Law & Order with me?” You heard a “yes” from each boy and they hopped onto the couch as Louis helped you up from the floor. He pulled you towards the middle of the couch and right onto his lap, peppering kisses all over your face. “Sorry for waking you, love.” You grinned and gave him a small kiss on the lips. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” You laughed when the other four boys climbed over each other to each kiss you on the cheek. “Sorry (Y/N)!”
Zayn - When it came to sleeping as much as you could, you and Zayn usually matched each other quite well. However, occasionally one of you outdid the other, and today that was you. You had been out late with your friends the previous night, the weather was bad, and your bed was just so comfy. You planned to stay there all day with the tv quietly playing in the background. Zayn on the other hand had already made plans for the boys to come over, and at the moment they were all downstairs playing FIFA. You knew Zayn would do his best to keep them as quiet as possible, but to be honest, not even their playful banter over the game could get you out of your coma. However, Zayn’s voice eventually stirred you when you thought you heard him yelling. “Leave her be!” The sound of thundering footsteps announced their presence, and soon enough the bedroom door was flung open and the other four boys flopped themselves onto your bed. The motion sent you bouncing into the air, and you groaned as you tried to regain your balance. “(Y/N) come play FIFA with us!” Louis yelled. “We need a new player! Especially since Zayn keeps cheating!” Zayn glared at him. “I do not! And I said leave her be!” He began tugging each boy off the bed, sending you into a fit of giggles when Louis glued himself to the bedpost as Zayn continued to attempt to pry him off. “Louis, let go! You woke her up, let her go back to sleep!” Louis shook his head. “Not until she agrees to play!” Harry took out his phone and began filming the scene and Niall and Liam laughed loudly from the side. “Technically Zayn,” you began. “it was your voice that woke me up.” “Ha!” Louis yelled, and Zayn dropped his feet, causing Louis to flop onto the floor. “Did I? I didn’t mean to, babe. Really, I-” You cut him off when you stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m not mad, you goof. I think I need to get up anyways. Now let’s go downstairs so I can kick all your asses!” The other boys excitedly ran downstairs and Zayn grinned at you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you two trailed behind.
Liam - You felt as if the tears were never going to stop streaming down your face. You felt horrible, and were having a hard time seeing the road as you slowly drove home. You and three of your best friends had just gotten into a huge argument over how you supposedly never spent time with them anymore and only cared about Liam, even though that was nowhere near true. They said some very hurtful things, especially about you being a terrible friend, and you left your friend’s house in a fit of tears. Eventually you made it home, crawling under a blanket and into a ball on your couch. You didn’t call Liam - he was at the studio, and you knew him and the boys would be coming back to your home to hang out so you didn’t bother him, thinking they would just let you sleep. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you eventually woke up when you felt someone stroking your cheek. Liam was sitting next to you and the other four boys were on the floor. Liam smiled at you and asked, “Why were you crying, love?” You wondered how he knew, but then you realized you probably had dried tears all down your face. “Who do we need to beat up?” Harry asked, grinning. That made you smile, but only briefly as you remembered what had happened. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “My friends and I just got into an argument - they said some hurtful things.” You looked down as the tears started up once again, but Liam quickly tilted your chin up and began wiping them away. “What did they say?” You sighed and responded, “A lot of things, mostly that I’m a terrible friend…” Louis stood up. “You are not a terrible friend!” Niall nodded. “They’re crazy.” Harry and Zayn also gave murmurs of agreement, and you smiled. Liam tucked an arm around your waist. “They’re right, (Y/N). You’re not terrible, not in the slightest, tiniest bit.” You wrapped an arm around his neck. “Now do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” You nodded. “Sounds perfect. Thank you boys, I love you.” They grinned. “We love you too, (Y/N)!”
Niall - Niall’s tour bus bunk wasn’t exactly the comfiest place to sleep, but you were so exhausted you probably could have fallen asleep on the ground. You had been up early and at the current concert venue and not back onto the bus until many hours later. Finally, you and Niall crawled into his bunk after what felt like the longest day ever. The combination of the soft sound of the moving bus, Niall’s arm wrapped firmly around your waist, and his warm breaths on your neck eventually lulled you to sleep. Everything was perfectly peaceful, that is until the sudden noise of people yelling scared you awake, causing you to abruptly sit up and bang your head on the top of the bunk. Niall woke up when you sat up, and frowned when he saw you holding your head and fighting back tears. He flipped the small light on and sat up, cradling your head and searching for a bump or cut. “(Y/N), are you alright? What happened?” You didn’t need to answer though, as the other boy’s loud voices were once again heard flowing through the bus. You could tell he wanted to get up, but you grabbed onto his arm to stop him. “No, don’t get up, please?” The bunk curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Harry and Louis were grinning at the two of you. Louis yelled, “Wakey, wakey! We wanna play video games and - wait, (Y/N), what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Niall turned to them. “Your yelling woke her up and she hit her head on the bunk.” Zayn and Liam suddenly appeared, looking guilty. Harry frowned and said, “We’re sorry, love. We didn’t mean to scare you.” You smiled and wiped your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.” “You promise?” Zayn asked. You nodded. “I promise. Can I go back to sleep though?” They all nodded and each reached in to kiss your cheek before quietly returning to the front of the bus. Niall shut the curtain and turned off the light, slowly laying you back down and placing kisses on your head as you fell back asleep.
Harry - You hadn’t moved from your couch in days - the flu was really kicking your ass. Harry refused to leave you for a few days, wanting to make sure you were taken care of. You were finally feeling better on the fourth day and insisted that Harry go out with the boys. “Love, I can guarantee you they’ll wanna come back here.” You shrugged. “So what? I don’t mind.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “I want you to rest though.” “Trust me Harry, the medicine you’ve had me take will have me out cold. The boys can come over, really, it’s fine!” Soon enough you had him out the door, and you curled up in bed as sleep quickly overcame you. After what you assumed was a few hours later, you woke up hearing multiple voices coming from downstairs. You stretched, feeling a lot better and got out of bed making your way downstairs. The boys didn’t hear you, as Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis were too busy wrestling and yelling over the remote and Harry was shushing them. “Shush, will you? I told you (Y/N) is sick, you’re going to wake her!” In all the wrestling, the remote was suddenly yanked out of Niall’s hand by Louis, but Louis lost his grip on it and it flew right into Harry’s stomach. Harry fell to the ground groaning, and you finally lost your silence and fell into a fit of laughter. The other boys looked up hearing your laughs, and Louis exclaimed, “She lives!” You laughed even harder. “Tell Harry to quit being so dramatic!” You walked over to Harry, who was lying on the floor glaring at Louis. He turned to you and said, “Sorry we woke you.” You shook your head. “It’s fine, Harry. I feel a lot better, and I’m kind of hungry anyways.” At the mention of food the other boys dashed into the kitchen, searching for dinner. “Are you okay?” You asked Harry, and he sat up. “I’m good, and I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He kissed you lightly on the mouth, no longer concerned that he may get sick. You ran a hand through his curls and kissed his cheek, pulling him up. “Thank you. Now let’s get some food before they eat it all!”
