Niall: He pressed his lips to your neck once again making a giggle slip past your lips, "Niall cut it out." You pulled away a bit to stare up at his smirking face. He circled his arms around your waist loosely as he leaned back against the wall, "You really want me to stop?" He asked in a hushed tone with a raised brow as he leaned in letting his lips trail up your jaw, "Because you can always make me." He spoke against your skin and a sigh fell from your lips. He bit down gently, "But you haven't yet." He let his lips trail down your neck nipping at it a little and you could feel the smirk on his lips widen before he began sucking a small bruise into your skin.
Liam: "Put me down." You swatted his back as he ran through the living room toward your room with you thrown over his shoulder. "Make me." He called over his shoulder with a grin on his face, "Oh wait you can't." He said with a small chuckle as he came to a quick stop before tossing you onto the bed. You looked up at him with a shake of your head, "Was that even necessary Liam?" You asked with a raised brow and he shrugged before dropping down onto the bed beside you with a giggle leaving his lips. "Was fun though right? Admit it." He said with a bright smile on his lips letting his arm wrap around your waist.
Louis: "S-stop!" You gasped between laughter as his fingers raked over your stomach quickly only making you squirm some more. "Make me." He spoke with a smile on his lips before letting his fingers brush over your stomach once again. You swatted at his hands for a minute before he caught a hold of them with one of his and held them above your head. "Lou!" You squeaked shutting your eyes as tears filled them from laughing so hard. With a small chuckle of his own he flattened his hand on your stomach and let go of your hands, "Alright alright I'll stop...but this is me willingly stopping. You couldn't make me if you tried your hardest." He smirked down at you as you wiped away the tears from your eyes.
Zayn: "C'mon Z...it's time to head out." You nudged him only causing a groan to fall from his lips as he pulled the blanket tighter around his body. With a small huff leaving your lips you slipped out of the room to gather your coat and bag from the living room before returning into your bedroom, only to find him in the same position. "Get up." You whined poking him in the back a bit harder. "Stop [Y/N]." His words came out muffled as his face was pressed into the pillow. "No...make me." You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head as you went to poke him again before tugging at the blanket until it fell to the ground and he let out an annoyed noise. "Are you up now? Good. Put your shoes on. And lets go." You reached down poking him once more for reassurance.
Harry: You shook your head as he continued to speak in his usual drawled tone, "Harry...stop talking." You buried your face into your hands with a smile glued to your lips. He looked over at you with furrowed brows, "What?" "Shut up." You said between laughter as you looked through your fingers at him and you watched a frown fall upon his lips. "That's rude." He pointed out resting his chin in the palm of his hand and his bottom lip jutted out, "Plus its not like you can just make me shut up [Y/N]..." He shrugged and you let out a small chuckle as you neared him with a smirk on your lips. "I can't make you shut up?" You asked with a raised brow only for him to shake his head in response, "Really?" You retorted before pressing your lips to his softly and he sighed into the kiss. "I can still talk." He spoke against your lips.