Louis: Quite frankly, it sucked, you were never much of a reader, it bored you. But it was harder with Louis continuing to suck at the base of your neck. Twirling his tongue agains the flesh, rising bruises. "Louis." You pushed him away from you, nose still in the book but the words were becoming mixed up because it was late. He giggled, sucking behind your ear instead. "I'm trying to read." You sighed, turning the page even though you didn't know what was happening. "You can read tomorrow." He chuckled, noting your ear and pulling you down into the bed.
Niall: "Watcha reading?" He asked, positioning himself behind you. So, his legs were around your waist and chin on your shoulder, reading the words over you. His hands skimmed across the fabric of your shirt before deciding to go under, feeling the warmth. "John." You muttered and you meant to say more but you got lost in his words again. "Cuddle?" Niall whispered after a few long moments of silence and rubbing of skin. "Ni." You muttered again, "M'reading." You sighed, flipping pages. "But I want to cuddle."
Harry: "M'tired," Harry muttered from beside you, his eyes drooping with sleepiness. "Then go to bed babe." You smiled at the pages, meaning for your boyfriend, but the book was honestly to good to look up from. "But, kitten, I want you to come to bed with me." He tugged at your arm like. Child and his mummy. Giving you a puppy dog flare but you were too occupied to look up. "Not know Harry, I'm reading." He groaned, continuing to tug on your arm. "Please, I can't go to sleep without you." "You're such a fucker." You sighed, placing your book down and following the now giddy boy upstairs.
Zayn: "Is that book seriously more important that your boyfriend?" He asked, poking your cheeks. "You're acting like I wanna read." You laughed, rolling you pr eyes and blindly filling up your mouth with Cheerios. He poked your cheeks again, smiling to himself when you tried to swat his hand away. "Go away." You muttered, grumpy, still reading the passage. "No." He lauged, poking your side, making you squirm. "Zayn, I'm trying to read!" You laughed, his hands finally having the opportunity to grip your sides in tickling motions.
Liam: It's past midnight rolling onto 1' in the morning and you stilled had the book glued to your face, and Liam was so so tried. Begging you to put the book down but you wouldn't budge, and you stopped answering him all together. "Please go to bed babe, you have class tomorrow." He rubbed your arm. "That's why I'm reading this late at night, li." You rolled your eyes. Getting a mood with him, he finally pushed the book down into your lap. "Just skip class tomorrow okay, then you'll have a while 'nother day to read, okay? Just go to sleep."
