Louis Girls:

Louis liked to trace you when he felt restless and when he couldn't sleep. Some night you would be there and other times it was a cold sheet falling under his fingertips. Tonight you were thankfully under his hands, sleeping with abandon, unaffected by his jetlag. You bare skin which only hours ago were on flame for him was cool and smooth to the touch, supple and soft to comfort him, because there was no other feeling in the world like your skin. Eventually in lack of sleep he’d back tracing your body a game. Find your beauty spots, your birthmark, and the subtle scar on the tip of your shoulder, the one on your knee and the other on your shin. He knew them all by now, but it didn’t take away the pleasure of his little game. You stirred in your sleep, interrupting Louis’ fingers that were so close to your third beauty spot on your waist.
“Dammit.” He curses, laughing slightly to himself.
“Louis?” You mumble, reaching your arms out to him as you let him pull you close. “Not sleeping?”
“Can’t.” He whispers, tracing circles with his thumb on your forearm draped over his chest.
“Want to go for another one?” You mumble, already drifting away.
Louis snorts as he tries to stifle his laughter. “Don’t tease me.” Louis turned his face into yours, letting your even breath blow onto his skin. He moved the back of your hand back and forth across his chest, and that’s how he finally fell asleep, with you tracing love with him in sleep.


Niall Girls:

It’s not that you couldn’t sleep, it’s that Niall wouldn’t let you. He had sprawled his limbs across his body, his face was buried deep in your neck and you swore your arm was dead and detached from your body. You never had the heart to wake him up though. Niall worked so hard, and was gone for so long that after a week you piled yourself under pillows because your body had accustomed itself to sleep under his weight.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You whisper, using the hand that wasn’t dead to stroke the back of his blonde hair. Niall mumbles unintelligibly in sleep, your neck feels wet with slight drool. “Urgh.” You say, scrunching your face. Niall seems to hear you deep in sleep and rolls away from you, wiping his mouth in the process before he rests back towards you with a slight snoring. “Oh my gosh.” You breathe out in relief, nursing your arm most of Niall had laid on. You think this might be your chance to actually get some rest so resting your numb arm on your chest you close your eyes and try to be enveloped in sleep. Minutes turn into half an hour and with a frustrated groan you open your eyes and turn to Niall, it wasn’t working you couldn’t go to sleep without him. Stretching out your arm you try and roll him over but he just grunts and shrugs you off, obviously used to being shaken awake. “Oh great, now you choose to sleep on your own side.” You whisper quickly, shuffling under the blanket until your stomach was pressed heavily into his back. The sudden touch of Niall on your body made you suddenly tired. “Much better.” You smile tiredly with half-closed eyes, lips pressed to his shoulders until you can finally fall asleep.


Liam Girls:

It was a contest of who could stay up with the other and it was one that sometimes ended with the purple sunrise.
“Sleep!” Liam demands in a laugh, rubbing his face slowly up and down the crown of your head.
“We could be doing something much better than this.” You tease nudging his abdomen with your knuckles,
“Tempting, but we’ve been doing that all day.” He murmurs happily, grateful to have you back in his arms.
“That’s no excuse.” You scoff, but rest deeply into his embrace.
“Tired yet?” He asks yawning.
“No.” You smile up at him. “You are though. Come on, sleep, I promise not to gloat too much.”
Liam shakes his head. “And miss out of even more of you? No thank you.”
“I don’t know how you cope.” You joke, kissing his arms.
Liam savours the feel of your lips on his skin. “I don’t.” He replies in sadness after a moment.
“Liam?” You breathe to him in the darkness of the bedroom, no longer kissing him.
“Baby?” He asks with concern.
“I love you Liam, don’t forget that.”
Liam sighs as he lays you down on top his chest. “How could I forget? It’s what I dream about.”
This makes you laugh. “Yeah, when you’re actually sleeping.”
Liam muses in a hum, feeling like the luckiest man alive to have you right here. “I think you’re right y/n, there’s better things we could be doing.” He spins over you until he has you pinned beneath him. “Stuff like this.” He smiles sideways.
“Oh finally!” You cheer, bringing him down into your lips.


Zayn Girls:

You and Zayn hold hands as you stare into each other’s eyes. There was no need for words when you both were sleepless in bed. You jest held each other, re-orientated in each others breathing after being away from each other for so long. In these silent nights, you remembered without words why it was you loved Zayn. The ease of being so close to each other without mindless chatter, touch and feel your only expression. To you it was the truest form of love that you had ever felt. It filled you more than any promise or declaration Zayn was so fond of saying throughout the day, because it was just Zayn looking at you as if his soul lived in you. Your hand strokes his cheeks, enjoying the rough texture of his stubble. He sighs happily, closing his eyes and his hands rest with yours. In this restless moment of the night, it was here you knew Zayn loved you with everything he has inside of him. Zayn brings your palms to his lips and kisses it over and over again.
“Go to sleep.” He whispers with a smile
You laugh in complete happiness. “I can’t when you’re staring at me.”
“I can’t help it.” Zayn laughs with you, draping his arms around you.
“Me either.” You whisper, cuddling into him. “I- I can’t explain how much I love you Zayn.”
Zayn kisses your forehead, sighing sleepily. “I don’t think there’s words for what we have. Sleep baby.


Harry Girls:

Harry could never sleep after a big night out, and whilst you were exhausted his insistence talking and goofing away kept you awake.

“I mean, I know you told me to stop after the third but, ah everyone was great.” Harry smiles glassily as he takes off his shirt and begins working on his jeans.
“You seemed okay, I know how much an atmosphere means to you.” You reply sleepily, already having climbed into bed. Harry wasn’t a party guy by nature; he had to really get into to be comfortable enough to have fun. He had to know the people, it had to be the right environment. There were times where Harry let himself go and become reckless, but for the most part that was who Harry was.
“Urgh, sleep is not coming tonight.” Harry laughs, plopping into bed next to you. “You looked beautiful tonight by the way.”
You grin with closed eyes. “No sex tonight I’m tired.”
Harry groans. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself now.”
“Sleep?” You suggest, pulling up the sheets under your chin.

Harry scoffs. “No way.”
You peek a look at Harry who is raising his eyebrows at you suggestively. Sighing you open your arms. “Come here.”
“Yes!” Harry cheers triumphantly, climbing into your arms.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “No, not that, I meant what I said I’m too tired.”
Harry whimpers as he falls on your body, rolling over dramatically until his laying beside you. “Unfair.”
Laughing sleepily you kiss him lightly on the mouth before resting your head on his shoulders. “You’re tired too.”
“I’m not!” He exclaims. Ignoring Harry you begin tracing his many tattoo’s, your favourite being the butterfly on his chest. Again and again you outlined its shape, knowing the movement always made Harry tired. “Unfair.” Harry repeats again, but this time with a muffled yawn. Continuing, you always imagined when you did this, that the butterfly came alive, flapping its wings across Harry’s skin. “Hmmm.” Harry mumbles tiredly. “I love you.” Harry gets out in a soft breath before you can feel him fall asleep.

Notes

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