Harry: When you wake up, he is just getting out of the shower. He runs a hand through his hair and shoots you a lopsided smile. “G’mornin love.” Your eyes scan his body, taking in his arms, his chest, his hips. He watches as you do this, then he crawls onto the bed, his arms pinning you down. “Have something to say, (Y/N)?” He raises an eyebrow at you before he runs his lips over your jawline. Your breathing picks up and you run your hands down his back. He groans as he presses his hips into yours. “I want you so bad,” he whispers in your ear. Of course you aren’t going to decline. You consider it the best wake up technique in the world.
Louis: When you wake up, he is singing to you. It is the way that you have learned to wake up ever since you started dating Louis. It always brings a smile to your face and you stretch your arms and roll into his chest. When he is done singing, he wraps his arms around you and lays there for a while before speaking. “What are your plans today?” You look up at him, kissing his chin, then his nose, then his lips. “Spending the day with you.” He smiles and bites his lip before pressing his mouth against yours. “Sounds like a good day to me.”
Liam: When you wake up, he is staring at you with those brown eyes of his. You don’t want to go back to sleep because you know that what your mind will concoct in your dreams will never be as great as your reality. You stare into each other’s eyes for a while before you both get up and go into the kitchen. You make a cup of tea for Liam and yourself and then head out onto the balcony. He stands behind you, his arms around your waist as you sip on your tea. You don’t speak; you just take in the beautiful city of London and relish in the feeling of each other’s arms.
Niall: When you wake up, he is sitting at the end of the bed, his legs crossed, his hands folded in his lap. When he sees your eyes open, his eyes light up and he starts bouncing up and down. You hate the fact that he is such a morning person Sometimes you have gone so far so as to throw pillows at his face. Not that it helps. “So what do you want for breakfast this morning?” He stands up and hands you another pillow, propping you up in the bed. “Pancakes? French Toast? Eggs? Biscuits? Fruit?” You know that he won’t leave you alone until you answer, so you blurt out a food and in a instant he is gone. He comes back an hour later with food for you, all laid out on a tray. He sets it on your lap and watches as you take the first bite. “It’s great, Ni. Thanks, but really, you don’t have to make me breakfast every morning.” He takes your fork and feeds you a piece of egg. “I want to. You’re a princess, and you deserve to be treated like one.”
Zayn: When you wake up, he is still asleep. For a while, you will just lay there watching him breath, then you get up to go eat. When you get back, he is still asleep and it always causes you to smile. You can’t believe how much he sleeps. By the time you get out of the shower, he is awake. You walk into the bedroom to see him laying in bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes still looking sleepy, his chest bare. “Damn, I missed the shower again?” You shrug and lean against the door, crossing your arms. “Maybe if you would wake up earlier then you wouldn’t miss it.” He lets out a throaty chuckle and his accent shines through when he says, “Wake me up next time, babe.” You hold back a smile and tilt your head, scrunching your nose up. “You looked so cute sleeping though. I didn’t want to disturb you.