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Liam: Your eyes widen as Liam starts yet another sentence about the studio today. Normally you love hearing about the recording process, but you've had a bit of a long day, and sort of just want to sit with him and watch TV instead of talking. "Liam." You say quietly, but he continues talking over you happily, something about how they order too much chinese food and how happy Niall was. "Babe." You say, this time a little louder. You roll your eyes and lean up to him, kissing him before he can say another word. You pull away as you feel Liam smiling. "You talk too much Li." You mumble. "Yeah, cause I know you'll do that eventually." he says, slightly cheeky. Louis: You pinch the bridge of your nose, sorry you ever asked the question. You simply asked
Louis to teach you a bit about the soccer game he was watching. But before you knew it he had launched into a huge speech about the rules of the game, the history, his favorite players, all the boys favorite players, and just a ton of other irrelevant things you honestly couldn't bring yourself to care about. " So then that guy will go over that guy, for the ball, obviously." He says, tapping your leg, and you nod, paying more attention to the cute guys in shorts more than anything. He keeps going on , and finally you lean over to him, planting you lips on his, pulling away and muttering a " Shh." He glances at you, blue eyes confused. "You shouldn't interrupt people, dollface. It's not nice. Now I get an apology kiss." He says, smiling, you roll your eyes, pecking his lips again.
Zayn: Your eyes shoot open again as Zayn starts another sentence. You two are lying in bed and Zayn is rattling off all the tattoos he wants in the future, apparently not noticing that you're half asleep. You nod at him as he grabs you hand, stroking it softly while he is still talking. The gesture starts to put you to sleep even more and you're once agian on the brink of sleep when Zayn coughs loudly. "Quit smoking, Malik." You mumble. "Stay awake, ___." He retorts sarcastically. You glare at him, as he pulls your head on to his lap. He starts talking again, smirking, knowing he's keeping you up. You finally get enough energy to lean up, and kiss him. "No sex for a month if you don't shut up." You state, falling back on his lap. "You're an evil little woman." He states, glaring slightly. "I learned from my bad boy!" You said chessily.
Niall: "You look pretty todayyyyyy!" You glance at Niall as he walks through the door, in the middle of the night. "Liam drop you off?" You question, knowing he's not too tipsy. "Party pooper wouldn't let me stay out later." He says, crossing his arms like a child and sitting down next to you. "Darn." You say sarcastically, handing Niall the remote as he reaches for it. "learn is noting on TV, baby why is there nothing on TV, we should run the TV companies so there would be something on." You look at him as he sings this loudly, all while flipping through channels. He continues singing about wanting to run the televeision networks, when you lean over and kiss him deeply. "Good, now that I have you attention, it's time for Nialler to go to bed." You say, patting his blonde hair lightly. "My singing that bad?" He says jokingly, before getting up and stumbling up the stairs a bit as you laugh.
Harry: "Did I actually do that?" He asks you, closing the door behind him, tossing his beanie off and ruffling his curls. "Yep." You state. Harry was a bit frustrated with the cameras today, and normally he is fine but someone shouted a rude comment about you, and that fueled the others, and before you knew it, Harry had shoved one, causing him to hit the ground. "Management is going to kill me. I'll definitely get a high five from Louis and Zayn. Niall won't care and Liam will be pissed, but what else is new. But that was just really rude and maybe I should sleep a bit more so i don't get angry so easily." He says slowly, and you can;t help but look lovingly at him. You walk over to him, interrupting his slow words with a kiss. You pull away and he sighs happily. "If I get that for shoving one, you want me to punch one?" He says cheekily. "Thanks for defending me Hazza." You say, playing with his curls.