You didn’t want to wake him, you really, really didn’t. But Liam had texted you earlier this morning with a polite request to rouse Harry from his slumber and send him on his merry way to the recording studio, where he and the boys would probably be until late tonight, so you didn’t have much of a choice as you gently carded your fingers through his thick hair.
“Harry, babe,” you said softly, and his eyes fluttered behind his eyelids as his breathing hitched to let you know he was awake. “You gotta wake up now, the boys are waiting on you at the studio.” Harry groaned and nuzzled farther down into his pillow, the sheets slipping down to reveal his bare back. You leaned over him then, your hands sliding over the smooth expanse of his skin, your lips pressing to his collar. He took a deep breath as he rolled over, his eyes blinking sleepily up at you.
“Morning,” he rumbled, his lips quirking into a smile. He stretched lazily and sighed, tugging you down to sprawl out over his chest. “Haven’t gotten my kiss yet, so I see no reason to get up.” With a bubble of laughter, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.
Louis: You weren’t quite used to the crazy time changes yet, and it showed in the way you sagged into his arms as soon as the car doors shut. Your eyes weren’t as bright and peppy as they usually were, instead a dull, sleepy color, and you didn’t bounce around as much as you usually did, opting just to offer a lethargic smile to anything he said. So, as soon as you pulled up to the hotel and Louis noticed you were fast asleep beside him, he gently picked you up from your seat (with a little help from the other boys at the start) and carried you to your shared room, tucking you safely into your bed.
“Love you,” you murmured softly as he moved from your side to get ready to join you under the sheets. He grinned sweetly and crawled to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist. Louis squeezed you tightly fora moment, tugging you into his chest before craning his neck forward to steal a few sloppy, sweet kisses to your lips, tracing shapes into your skin and lulling you to sleep with whispers of his affection.
Niall: Ninety-five percent of the time, drunk Niall was a hyperactive, mischievous Niall. But that other five percent, that was your favorite Niall, if you were honest. He was slow paced and torpid, all dopey smiles and slow bats of his eyelashes whenever you looked at him. This was the Niall you got to see at one of his mate’s (you didn’t remember his name at this point, to be honest) birthday party, and you’d be lying if you didn’t love the way he leaned his head on your shoulder lazily and twisted a piece of your hair around his index finger.
“Yer hair’s nice, all soft an’ pretty,” he breathed into your neck, his lips brushing your collar bone and causing your to shiver. “Yer all soft an’ pretty, my pretty girl, my soft pretty girl.” You stifled a laugh and squeaked a bit when Niall began to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, his fingers fisting in the fabric of your sweater.
“C’mon, sleepy boy, let’s go home,” you said, pulling him to his feet and rolling your eyes fondly when he left another kiss on the back of your palm. Drunk, slightly sleepy Niall was definitely one of your favorites.
Liam: Everyone knows he’s a big teddy bear. It’s extremely obvious, and you knew the fans would have a field day if they saw how cuddly he was at the moment, curled into your side with his arm like a vice around your waist and his head resting heavily on your chest as you both drifted in and out of sleep. Liam loved relaxed days like this, when he could just snuggle right up to you and have you card your hair through his short hair, telling him how much you loved him among other little spouts of affection.
“Why’d you stop?” He rasped, not turning his face to you, content to just lay with your hands at least touching him. He tended to be a bit needy, too, but you wouldn’t ever complain, knowing that you loved this time hair as much as he did. You chuckled and dipped your head down to drop a few pecks into his hair, your hand resuming stroking his back.
Zayn: Another long day of recording the new album had gone by, and Zayn happily stepped through the door of your home, his nose breathing in the aroma of whatever you were cooking for dinner. Tossing his coat on to the back of the couch, he shuffled into the kitchen, a drowsy smile quirking up his lips.
“‘Lo, beautiful,” he said, kissing your cheek before grasping your waist and turning you so he could drop to his knees before you, his hands smoothing over your well-rounded belly. “Hullo, baby girl, it’s your Daddy.” His sleepy smile brightened to a mega-watt smile as he felt his daughter’s foot press against the side of your belly. Zayn hummed happily and rained a fresh shower of kisses down onto your bump, laughing when you squirmed a bit, claiming that his affections ‘tickled’. He rolled his eyes and kisses you again before stifling a yawn and collapsing into the couch with you for a much needed nap.