One Direction Preferences

There's only one pillow

Louis: “Mm, where’d my pillow go?” he hums, searching around the dark as he’s been awoken from the softness of his pillow leaving his head. You lay next to him, snoring loudly. Louis has no idea how he falls asleep around you, but it works. So he gives up on searching and tugs your pillow to the center of the bed. He then promptly takes half of the pillow for himself and snuggles your guys’ noses together. His last action of the night is Eskimo kissing you and falling into a nice slumber.

Niall: He can’t function without his pillow, because he likes his space when he’s deep sleeping. He’s making a big deal about it while you’re trying your hardest to fall asleep. You’re lying on your stomach when you feel something hard fall on the area between your bum and back. “Comfy?” you whisper. Niall sighs and shifts to get more comfortable. He sits up and lays his head on your right butt cheek this time. He lets his hand rest on the other cheek and sleeps great that night.

Liam: He doesn’t really care that his pillow has gone missing. He could go get another one from the living room, but he’s too lazy to get up. Plus, this hasn’t been the first time. You know the routine as his warm breath hits your ridden up shirt. He pulls the shirt up a little more and strokes the soft skin of your tummy. You’re half-asleep, but you feel the touch and let out a little moan. Liam turns to you with a dirty smirk. “Wake up (Y/N). I’m not tired and I need you.”

Zayn: “This hotel only has one pillow!” you whine. “What kind of five star only has one pillow?!” Zayn shushes you with a sweet kiss. “We should complain,” you continue, a little out of breath. “No baby,” he whispers. He’s warn out from the performance he just did. It lasted four hours - something the boys aren’t used to. “Let’s just share the pillow and…” He dozes off, meeting the edge of the bed. You pull him up and you two are completely content with being human pillows for each other.

Harry: “Did wittle (Y/N) lose her pillow?” Harry asks in a mocking baby tone. “No,” you reply quickly. “It just rolled under the bed and the monster ate it.” Harry tenses earning a soft giggle from you. “Baaaabe,” he whines. “We just watched a scary movie.” “Oops?” you shrug and go to sleep on your arm. Suddenly, Harry’s pulling you to his warm chest. “Use me as a pillow,” he orders. You can’t help but say, “is it because wittle Harry is scared?” Harry pretends to laugh. “Yeah right. Go to sleep, love.”