LOUIS: You and Louis are crammed together in his small bed on the tour bus, he's fast asleep with his arms wrapped around you, his legs spread wide across the bed while you are squished up against the wall, unable to move because of his arms wrapped tightly around your body. Harry is above the two of you, and he is unable to control himself as he rolls over repeatedly, rocking the whole bunk. "Harry, cut it out!" you hiss, and he groans. "I'm sorry, I can't get comfortable," he whispers sleepily. "I'm sorry, [Y/N], I'm sorry," Harry repeats, and it nearly sounds like he's sleep talking. "It's okay, Harry, go to sleep," you tell him as you close your eyes, trying to ignore Harry's movements, Niall's snoring from across the hall, the light coming from Zayn's phone and Liam, well Liam is just being perfect, sleeping quietly and soundly. You groan loudly, trying to release your arm from Louis' as you reach over to pull your curtain across. You hear material drop to the ground and Harry make a noise. "Ooh," you hear him say, and you feel him sit up. "[Y/N]?" he asks quietly. "Yes, Harry?" you sigh. "Can you grab my blanket please? And toss it back up to me?" he asks, and you groan. "You've got to be kidding me, Harry," you moan, reaching across over Louis to pull back your curtain, and when he releases your arm, you try to get your arm down as far as you can for the blanket, but you can't reach. "I can't reach it Harry," you breathe out, as you lean back up and hit your head against the bunk. "Ow!" you yell out, and you pull back, and you accidently kick Louis' side, which causes him to go tumbling out of the bed. "Ow indeed!" you hear Zayn laugh from across the hall, and you sit up sheepishly, staring down at your boyfriend, who is looking around confused and sleepy. "Am I that bad that you feel the need to kick me out of bed onto this blanket?" he asks, looking down to the blanket that broke his fall a little. "Oh, can you toss that back up here please?" Harry asks, and Louis rubs his head, standing up and throwing the blanket up to Harry, as he reluctantly crawls back into the bed beside you. "Oops?" you ask, giving him a small smile as he groans. "Bed, now," he instructs, pulling the curtain closed as you bite your lip. "I'm sorry, Loupoo," you whisper as he lays back down, not touching you. "Louis... I didn't mean to, I was reaching for Harry's blanket, and I hit my head, which is really hurting, and-" "SHUT UP!" you hear Harry from above you, and Louis starts to chuckle. "Come here, my beautiful girl," he laughs, pulling you against him, with your head on his chest. "Mmm, sleep now," he whispers into your ear, as the two of you drift into a sleep.
HARRY: You and Harry are fast asleep in bed, cuddled together right in the middle as you sleep soundly. It's a hot night, and you two are sleeping just in your underwear, and throughout the night, you've kicked the blankets off. You move around a lot in your sleep, and Harry's grown to just sleep through you laying on top of him, rolling off and pulling him onto you, he's even used to you occasionally resting your head on his stomach while you sleep. You're restless tonight, and when a mosquito bites your leg in the middle of the night, you're going crazy trying to scratch it in your sleep. Harry wakes up, realizing your discomfort. He moves over to the side of the bed, trying to pull you with him when your hand flies up and whacks him in the face, causing him to tumble out of bed. "[Y/N]! Wake up!" Harry sits up on the ground, rubbing his face as you wake up groggily. "What, Harry?" you moan, moving your hand to go scratch your leg. "My legs itchy.." you complain, reaching out to grab his hand. "Harry, Harry where are you?" your hand slaps around the bed, but it's all empty. "Down here," he calls, and you squint to try to see in the darkness. "What are you doing down there, you goose, get up here," you reach your hand out to take his, and he does as you help him back onto the bed. "We've got to do something about your movements in the night, you were going crazy just then," he mutters as you reach down to scratch your leg again. "My legs itchy!" you say again, sinking your nails into your skin. "Wait here," he grumbles, standing up and heading straight for your bathroom. You wait patiently as you hear him search around in the cabinets, and then he comes back with a bottle of Calamine lotion and a tissue. He pours some of the lotion onto the tissue, rubbing it onto your bite and he looks up at you. "I'm sorry for waking you," you apologize, feeling guilty for waking him at such a ridiculous hour. "It's okay, I guess you're worth it," he smirks, going back to the bathroom to take his supplies back and switch the light off. When he crawls back into bed, you rest your head on his chest. "But you know what, baby? Maybe you could help me fall back asleep.." his hands grab yours, leading them down to his crotch. "Harry, sleep, tomorrow, sex," you tell him, and he groans as you close your eyes, falling back into sleep.
LIAM: Liam had just drifted off to sleep, he had been waiting for you to drop off, and while you were, you were kicking about, groaning and mumbling in your sleep, which was extremely unusual. He was a little worried to go to sleep, not knowing if you were just having a nightmare or having a restless night. But when your behaviour settled down, he laid down and drifted off into sleep, you wrapped tightly in his arms. "Get off of me, I don't want a balloon!" you fight against Liam's grip, but he's so tired, he doesn't even notice. "You dirty clown, get away from me!" you scream, kicking your legs about as tears fell down your cheeks. You hated clowns, and it seemed that you were having a nightmare just about one. Liam's eyes shot open, and he heard your screaming. "Let go of me! I don't like that, no, I don't want fairy floss, well actually I do, but not from you! I want to go to McDonalds," you mutter, trying to roll over. Liam quickly realizes that you are having a nightmare. "Babe, babe, wake up," he shakes your shoulder, sitting up and trying to sit you up with him. "[Y/N], love, I need you to wake up," he shakes you again, and you shudder awake, pushing him off the bed. "Liam?" you mumble, rubbing your tired eyes. You were covered in a layer of sweat from head to toe. You couldn't remember what you were dreaming about, you just remembered that it was not fun. "Liam?" you ask again, getting worried as you can't feel your usual protective boyfriend near you. "I'm here, baby, hold on," you hear commotion on the floor, and you peer down, squinting to see in the darkness. Liam's head shoots up, clashing with yours. "Ow!" you mutter, rubbing your forehead as you feel Liam climb into bed. "What were you doing down there?" you ask, relaxing down beside him as you rub your head. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Do you need ice? I'm so sorry! And you were having a nightmare, babe, you pushed me off," he tells you, reaching up to touch your head. "I was? I'm so sorry, Liam, I'm so sorry!" you tell him, trying to feel his body to make sure he isn't hurt. "I'm fine, baby, it's okay. Are you sure you're okay? I can go get you ice, some pain killers? I'm sorry," he says again, but your head feels fine now. You reach down, giving him a quick kiss to the lips. "I love you, Li, let's go to sleep," you say as he takes you in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. "I love you too, goodnight my angel," he whispers.
NIALL: You, Niall and the boys are having a sleepover, and everyone is hanging out in your room, sitting on the floor talking and
listening to music. You'd had a big day of shopping with Niall and then you'd gone to the gym, so you were exhausted, so it wasn't any surprise to Niall when you dropped off in his arms pretty early on in the night. You and Niall were up in the bed, as he just watched over the boys in silence. He had everything he needed; a beautiful girlfriend in his arms, fantastic mates, a great family and his career was going brilliantly. He kissed your forehead softly as Louis looked up at the two of you. "Aw, how cute is that!" he shouts, pointing at you two. "Adorable! This needs to go on Instagram," Harry laughs, snapping a photo of you and Niall snuggled up together. "Enough you two," he laughs, looking down to make sure his princess is still sleeping soundly. You are, you're breathing softly against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you protectively. "Does she sleep talk, lad?" Zayn asks, and Niall shakes his head. "No, I wish! That would be funny," Niall laughs, still staring intently as his gorgeous princess. "[Y/N], can you hear us?" Liam asks, joining you and Niall up on the bed. "Mmm," you groan, re-adjusting your head on his shoulder. "Ooh, she does!" Zayn laughs, leaning against the end of the bed. "[Y/N], how much do you love Niall?" he asks, and you shoot your arms up, slapping Niall in the face and sending him flying to the ground. "Oh, that much," Louis bites his lip, looking at Niall sprawled over the floor. "Ooh, another Instagram opportunity!" Harry pulls out his phone again, snapping another picture of you sleeping soundly against a pillow on the bed and Niall on the ground. "Thanks princess," Niall mutters, lifting you up and into his lap. You wake up, rubbing at your eyes as you look up to Niall, and you yawn. The boys burst out laughing, and you turn your head to look at them. "What?" you ask, your voice full of sleep. "Nothing, oh nothing," Louis laughs, turning around as he grips Harry to stop himself from falling down. You turn to Niall, who passes you his phone which is opened to Harry's Instagram. You look down at the pictures, and then look back up at your adorable boyfriend. "Oops?" you offer as he lets out a laugh, pulling you in for a kiss as Harry snaps his last picture for the night.
ZAYN: You and Zayn are sleeping soundly in bed, when all of a sudden he rolls on top of you, and you wake up, due to the lack of breathing room. "Zayn, get off!" you grumble, patting on his chest as he snores lightly against your shoulder. "Zayn, Zayn, come on, off you get," you giggle, his breath tickling you. Your knee flies up, hitting his privates. Your hand shoots up to your mouth, as Zayn wakes with a start, rolling off the bed. "Ooww!" he whines, his hands shooting down there. "Oh my God, Zayn I am so sorry!" you sit up, switching on a lamp as Zayn rubs his eyes. "Don't worry about it," he says, climbing back up and sighing. "God, [Y/N], you are going to be the death of me," he says, sitting up in the bed and trying to open his eyes completely, but sleep has nearly sealed them shut. "I'm so sorry, you were on top of me and I couldn't breathe and I didn't mean it," you pout, even though he can't see you. He's just sitting up with his eyes closed, and you hear his light snoring start up again. You sigh, pulling him down and wrapping blankets around him. "I love you," he says quietly as you switch off the lamp. "And I love you," you reply, kissing him lightly before drifting back to sleep against his shoulder.