Niall:
"So tired, huh?" Niall asked, pushing your shirt up to touch at your warm skin, stroking it slightly. You nodded into the crock of his neck, relaxing further into his presence, taking in his scent of aftershave and a bit of sweat and just Niall, really. A chuckle left his lips when he felt you leaning your whole weight on him and he held you up by tightening his arms around your waist. "My tired little baby." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a grin forming on his lips.
“Just want to sleep,” you mumbled, barely audible, but after a few moments your voice finally reached his ears and he stumbled forward a bit, you still in his arms.
“Gotta get you to bed, then.”
Harry:
"Knock knock," his voice sounded from beside you, raspy with the lack of sleep he’s had in the last to days. You let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes in the dark, too warm room.
“Harry, no.” You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into the crook of your neck. “You’re tired, sleep already.”
He pressed a small kiss to your shoulder, his hot breath noticeable on your skin, making you shiver.
“I can’t,” he mumbled. Your face was directly in his hair and you moved it to the side a bit, still smelling the fruity smell of the new shampoo he used. Your hand started to run through it, wrapping your fingers around the ends and tugging just the slightest bit. The sigh that left his lips urged you to go on. “Yeah, that’s better.”
Louis:
"I’m tired of this!" Louis yelled, his face nearly red and his hands trembling from anger. He was mad, absolutely pissed at you, staring at you with cold eyes piercing into yours.
“Of what? I should be tired of everything! Not you!” You had tried to be calm when he first came through the door, late again, asking him where he had been and why he hadn’t called you to tell you that he wouldn’t make it, but when he started picking a fight, throwing words at you, you began to raise your voice as well. “I’m fucking tired of you!” The moment the words left your mouth you turned around and grabbed your coat, walking out the door, slamming it shut behind you.
Liam:
Liam was tired, absolutely weary of being stuck in this hotel room, not allowed to go outside. It had gotten to the point where he started throwing soft things in your general direction, paper and socks and other pieces of clothing, just to annoy you, hoping you’d get off your laptop to do something with him. When it didn’t work he let out a loud groan, finally catching your attention.
“Stop,” you hissed, glaring at him. You only needed 280 more words to finish your essay and if he wasn’t going to stop, you swore you would throw a lamp at him. His bottom lip jutted out and he pouted at you.
“Just fuck me and I’ll stop annoying you.” You rolled your eyes at him before turning around to face your laptop again, beginning to type a new sentence. “Please?”
Zayn:
"Are you sure you don’t need anything else?" You asked. He was sick, stuck in bed with lots of tea and blankets pulled up all the way to his chin, the curtains blending out the daylight from outside. He slightly shook his head and opened his eyes to blink up at you above him.
“I just want to sleep, I’m really tired.” He pulled you down against him, trying to wiggle you under the layer of blankets with him. A giggle escaped your lips and you cuddled closer to him, placing a kiss to his chest. It was nice to just relax.
“Okay,” you whispered now, slightly smiling into the material of his shirt, already feeling yourself drifting off.
