Harry: You lean against his warm chest, a bag of gummy bears clutched in one of his hands and his other hand lazily toying with your hair. The television plays the endings of some movie that neither of you were quite watching as you two enjoy the company of each other and the warm cuddly air of his flat as the city sleeps but you both do not.
Niall: The faint smell of alcohol lingers on both of your breaths, you've both got bright eyes and the pounding of the music fades as you make your way hand in hand back to his flat. The streetlights illuminate the city as you both laugh at nothing and everything, stumbling over your own feet and leaning close together, cheeks red from the alcohol and cold crisp air.
Liam: He hugs you close to his chest as you pull the knit blanket tighter around you both, the flames of the fireplace flicker and cast a light glow over your cheeks. You're both enjoying a comfortable silence, cuddling by the fire into the early morning. Now and then one of you will say something about your past or the future, deep confessions and revelations. Peaceful ramblings into the morning and through the night.
Louis: You're both wild and giddy with sugar, a half-eaten ice cream sundae sits between you two as you both clutch spoons and make eyes across the table. He daringly jumps up and dumps a splash of liquor on the sundae, both of you giggling and devilishly eating more, joking and talking together until the sun rises and you're both tired and ready to sleep.
Zayn: You both sit huddled together on the porch swing, watching as the sun slowly starts to rise. He toys with the ends of your hair as you trace his tattoos with your fingers. Comfortable silence fills the air as the sky fades to read and gold and it feels like the sunrise is just for the two of you and no on else.
