Harry:
Cuddling was a common thing in your house; like pizza night on Mondays, when neither of you could be bothered cooking dinner. It was a tradition, and you weren't exactly sure as to how it came to be that way, but you couldn't complain.
And every night, you'd manage to find yourself in his strong arms, held tight against his chest as you both sat before the television; watching a movie that neither of you were really paying attention to, and talking about things that really didn't matter, softly, under a mound of blankets on the couch.
Liam:
Cuddling was an affectionate thing; especially to Liam. He loved to hold you against his body, your back to his chest as you sat between his legs, and he'd wrap his strong arms around you in a somewhat protective manner; though protecting you from what, you were unsure.
He'd hum, just softly under his breath, by your ear as he lulled you to sleep in his arms, before dipping his head to rest in the crook of your neck and falling asleep himself.
Zayn:
It was rare, for Zayn to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace, for him to nuzzle his face into your neck and just hold you.
At least, you thought it was.
Because it usually happened when you were both in bed, beside each other, and you were in that state between sleep and wake, when he'd pull you close to him, and just hold you for a little while in his arms. You never knew, because you were far too tired to register anything when it happened, and when you woke up in the morning, you'd be so far away from him - from rolling around in a restless night's sleep.
Louis:
Louis liked cuddling you, pulling you away from whatever it was that you were doing to sneak off and steal a cuddle; even if it was only for a couple of minutes, before you decided that you had things that needed to be done, or errands that you had to run.
But for those few moments of quiet bliss, in which Louis would just hold you in his arms, all thoughts escaped you – worries and such leaving you in peace, just for a moment.
And you'd lay on his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck as his arms encircled your waist, and his lithe fingers would lift up your shirt and move up your back to trace shapes that weren't there; gliding across the soft skin and leaving a lingering feeling that made a blush creep up onto your cheeks.
Niall:
Cuddling was a soothing gesture; one that managed to make the tears stop falling from your eyes, and the sobs that racked through your body quieten.
And when you'd come home, tears in your eyes that hadn't yet quite managed to spill, Niall would instantly wrap his arms around you and bring you into his chest; whispering soothing words by your ear, as he gently rubbed your back. And you'd grab at his shirt, gripping onto the material with a strength you hadn't known you had, and bury you face in his chest as your tears started to fall. He'd stroke you hair in an attempt to soothe you; playing with the soft strands with his fingers as he tried to quieten your cries.
And you knew, - when he held you in his arms -, that he would always be there for you.
And that was all you could ever hope for.