Harry: His curls were everywhere and when he woke up and looked in the mirror, there was no hope as he inspected his hair. “Hey, (YN)?” “What?” you call back sleepily, walking into the bathroom where he was. “Can we stay in today?” “Why?” you ask leaning into his chest, he wraps his arms around you. “We both have severe bed hair, i don’t feel like fixing it, can we stay home?” You nod. “As long as we get to go back to sleep, then yes, we’re staying home and worsening our bed hair.”
Louis: He was still asleep as you woke up and glanced over, trying your very best to hide your giggles which ended up becoming so loud they woke Louis up. His eyes cracked open to look you in the eyes. “What is so funny this early in the morning, (YN)?” You point towards his hair. “Your hair, Louis, you have massive bed hair. You should hire your pillow to do your hair more often, it’s a good look for you.” He shakes his head and pulls you down to his chest. “You think my bed hair is rough, take a look at yourself.”
Zayn: A hair here, a hair there, a hair on him, a hair on you, that’s where your hair was every morning when you woke up. Neither of you were morning people so you woke up to massive bed hair and could care less about it. Instead of fixing it, you both just rolled over and went back to sleep. Bed hair was the least of your worries and could be fixed at a later time, you guys would always prefer more sleep instead.
Niall: You brought the brush down your hair and had to bite your lip from screaming out in pain. It was like this every morning, it took you forever to brush through your horrible bed hair that you woke with every morning. Niall would come in, his hair just as messy and help you brush your hair. “Is now a bad time to let you know that your school’s closed for the day and you don’t need to worry about your bed hair?” he asked and you dropped the brush and headed to the bedroom. “Where you goin’?” he asked and you laughed. “Back to bed, let my pillow do my hair for today.”
Liam: “It’s different today, babe, looks good on you.” he joked and you shook your head as you realized just how poofy your bed hair was this morning. “I hate my hair, why can’t it be nice like yours and look perfect when i wake up?” he laughed and sat up, running his fingers carefully through your hair. “Well if it was up to me, you’d go out every day at anytime with your bed hair, i find it extremely sexy.” “You do?” He nodded. “Yeah, hairstyle of the year, (YN)’s bed hair!”
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