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Louis: He’s blunt, grabbing onto your hand before you tug on your coat, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and pleading, “Stay the night? Please? I’ll keep you warm and I’ve been told I make really good hot chocolate.” and his voice is grinning, a sly tint in his words. And before you can hesitate, he’s dragging you back upstairs, under the covers, and kissing your forehead.
Harry: He doesn’t really say it, it just happens. He didn’t mean for either of you to fall asleep, but with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, warm breath landing across his collarbones, his lips pressed to your hair, and your legs wrapped up in his, it was hard not to. So when he woke up the next morning, he was surprised, but ever so delighted to find you fast asleep, still beside him.
Niall: “No, no just stay the night,” he says surely, a lot more confidently than he feels. “We can just cuddle if you like, or watch movies, or bake cookies, or make out, whatever you want, just stay with me tonight.” he’s begging now, trying not to sound so desperate but failing royally. And when you nod, he’ll grin like mad, ear to ear as he mumbles something about having this jumper that’ll look really cute on you.
Zayn: Honestly, he’s just tired of sleeping alone, and it’d be really nice to have someone in his arms tonight. And it’d be ever nicer is that someone was you, because you get him, you’re comfortable with him, and he really really likes you. And when he asks, his voice falters when he sees you hesitate, and he’s pulling you in, hugging you tightly and promising to take care of you, to keep you safe, to make everything okay.
Liam: He didn’t really have to ask, because it was implied that after such events, leaving you both breathless and hot and bare, that you should stay. And so he’ll just tug the covers over bare skin, brushing away some sweat covered hair from your forehead, and planting a kiss to your flushed cheek. And you’re both too tired for words, only leaning in closer, and falling asleep.