Liam: “I’m fine,” he assured, lips in a gentle smile, trying to sooth away your growing worry. His brown eyes are full of pain and agony, but he just covers his discomfort with a smile. “Liam, you’re not fine, I can tell,” you smiled back, running your hand through his hair when he lied on your hotel room bed, muscular chest red and aching. He sighed, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, giving you the most pleading look before reaching to kiss your lips, “I don’t want to ruin our vacation because I had a bit too much sun, love.” You chuckled, shaking your head, looking at his red chest what had got a lot more than ‘a bit’ of sun. “Just let me make you a cold cloth okay, then I promise I won’t worry anymore!” you pleaded, looking at him with an awful feeling that you couldn’t help him enough. Liam sighed, brown eyes staring at you gently before he nodded. “No more worrying then,” he ordered pointing you with his finger trying to pout. You giggled reaching to kiss his fingertip before slipping out of bed to get him what he needed.
Harry: “Kitten. Kiiiittteeeennn,” he whined, letting out dramatic whine when he shambled through your apartment on his briefs, trying to find your comfort. “In the kitchen, love,” you yelled, pouring water to his glass, ready to get it to him. “What is taking you so long?” He whined, appearing to the doorway, hands holding a blanket over him while he pouted his lip, hair messily curly to every direction. “Sorry love, I had to use the bathroom,” you smiled, looking at his wretched figure, “here you go, your water Mr. Styles.” He took the glass, sipping the water carefully, trying his best to not touch his burned nose. “Better?” you cooed, holding back your smirk when you stroked his cheek carefully. “No,” he whined again, green eyes looking at you pleading for attention, “It needs a kiss to make it better.” You smiled, reaching to your tiptoes to kiss his nose gently, earning a wince from the curly haired boy. “Do you think it will be permanent?” he sighed, looking down at his big hands, making you giggle silently. “C’mon baby, let’s take a curing nap,” you smirked, leading him to your bedroom.
Zayn: “Honey?” you whispered, touching his bare aching back with your cold fingers, making him gasp in his sleep,” I brought the aloe vera gel. Do you want me to put it?” A groan left Zayn’s mouth, muffling his voice to the pillow. “What?” you asked, stroking his black hair gently, trying to make him feel more comfortable. “Yea thanks,” he groaned again, making you smile a bit, before taking the bottle to your hand. “This can be a bit cold, sweetie,” you cooed, spreading the gel to your hands before applying it to Zayn’s burning back. He winced in pain when your hands touched his hurting skin. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, biting your lip when you tried to apply the gel to every part of his back, trying not to put pressure to the sunburned. He sighed when your hands left his skin, making his lips turn to a small smile. “It feels good,” he whispered relieved, making you kiss his forehead. “C’mere my nurse and cuddle me, please,” he asked, opening his brown beautiful eyes. You nodded, slipping under the covers next to him, eyes staring to his, hands on his hair and smile on your lips.
Louis: “I am not burned!” he answered once again, rolling his eyes when he dried himself to a white towel, letting his wet hair leave drops to his skin. “Yes you are babe, your skin is screaming red,” you pointed out, looking at his red belly what shined in the sunny room. “No, I used sunscreen,” he snorted, throwing his towel to your bed, reaching to grab a clean t-shirt before pulling it on, being more careful than usually. You rolled your eyes, laying to the bed, staring at the ceiling. “How long it takes you to put a shirt on, love,” you asked, eyebrows up when he rolled his shirt over his cute little tummy, trying to be careful to show no emotions. Louis didn’t say anything, making you groan and close your eyes when he started to put his pants on. A small whine left his mouth, making you open your eyes and look at him. He was trying to pull up his pants, touching the burned area. “Need help?” you asked calmly, making Lou sigh and nod, not giving you any eye contact. After zipping his zipper gently, not touching him, you gave him a small peck, making him smile a bit. “Just say it love, I know you want to,” he groaned, making you giggle. “I was right,” you said grinning, making him shake his head with a small smile, “You’re always right love, and it sucks.”
Niall: “Oh my god” you moaned to his neck, hands brushing his back when his kisses trailed down your neck, biting your sensitive skin. You smirked, feeling his blond hair brushing your jaw when he tried to make you feel loved in every way he knew. His hands were on your breasts, handling them with his skills, making you moan once again. He smirked, reaching to kiss you, blue eyes staring right at yours, playful smile on his lips. “Ya’re so beautiful princess,” he whispered, hands traveling down your body, making you lose your breath, “So fuckin’ beautiful, and all mine.” You whimpered when he moved his hands, reaching to please you with the way you wanted. “Niall,” you whined again, burrowing your nails to his shoulders, making him yell in pain, losing the grip. “Oh my god,” you panicked, seeing the agony in his blue eyes. Your nails had left a white mark to the burning red skin, “I’m sorry I forgot.” He tried to smile through the pain, cursing few times before kissing you again. You kissed back, still feeling guilty about how you hurt him. “I’m so sorry love,” you whispered, making him smile and shake his head. “Nah, it’s not biggie, don’t worry,” he smiled, kissing you gently. “No,” you whispered, small, seducing smile on your face when you reached to stroke his bulge, “it is, now let me show you how sorry I am. Let me take care of you. I promise you’ll feel better soon.”