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4. Just Sex
8. I Love You
11. Late Nights
15. Side Of The Bed
16. Making Love
17. High School Au
18. Half A Heart
19. Sunday Morning
Liam: Huddled under loads of covers, legs wrapped around yours and his neck between your collar bones as he mumbles sweet nothings into your skin. “Sleep okay?” “Better than okay,” you lazily smile. “Last night was fun, didn’t think you could bend that way.” You can practically feel the smirk radiating from his lips. “Neither did I,” you giggle, running your hand through what little hair he has. He moans quietly as you tug a bit, and looks up at you huskily before flipping you over so that he’s straddling you -again.
Niall: “Coffee?” you mumble sleepily, trying to rub wakefulness into your eyes. “Coffee.” he simply answers, placing the steaming cup on the bedside table. After a pregnant pause, and a gazing stare at your hot cup of joe, he finally speaks up. “Sleep well?” He slips under the covers next to you, lifting them and letting cool air sting your bare legs. “Would’ve been better if you hadn’t kicked me in the stomach and hogged all the covers, but yeah,” you shrug, reaching over him to grab the piping liquid off the nightstand.
Harry: “Wakey wakey,” you stand over him, poking him with as much distance as you can. He’s difficult when he wakes, almost a burden. He groans as he rolls over, opening his eyes into little slits. “What do you want.” “I want you to walk the dog, you said you’d do it yesterday.” You can hear the rain falling -he knows you can, too- and he moans in frustration. “Why would I go out into the cold rain-” he pulls you onto him, pushing your legs on either sides of him, and grins one of his private smiles. The one the public rarely gets, but you get all the time. “-when I can stay right here?”
Zayn: The morning is almost dream-like, with an invisible fog clouding your shared bedroom. A strand of your hair is between his fingers, and he keeps twirling it. You open your eyes and smile up at the ceiling. Turning on your side to face him, you question “What are you doing up so early?” “I’ve been awake for a while, couldn’t sleep,” he’s still twirling that strand of your hair. “Why didn’t you wake me?” “You look beautiful and peaceful when you sleep.” He shrugs, his eyes evade your hair and finally meet yours.
Louis: You can hear the faint piter-pater of feet shuffling to your left, and you lazily turn your head to the sound. Your eyes open in slits as you notice the familiar -shirtless- shape of him. He’s rummaging through your drawers, taking out objects and trying to place them gently on the floor. “What are you doing?” you croak out, streching your arms above your head. “Just look for something.” he waves it off non-chalantly. “And that something would be?” you ask, rolling your hand subconciously. “Our pictures from our first date, I wanna frame them.” You smile, and lift your leg out of the warm cave of covers and pillows. “Well, I’m awake now, so I’ll help you look.”
w o w ok so i said i was gonna update but i never did?? sorry guys, im sorry for the shitty pref and the shitty updates and lbiuebfiwe vie. my wifi is really slow right now so i hope this is gonna upload but oh well
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