Tour bus sex.
Harry: “We shouldn’t be doing this Harry.” You whisper, pulling the curtain back even more. He leaned over you in the small space of his bunk, already having removed both of your clothes. He was right at you, threatening to let himself inside at any moment. “It’s okay. Just be…
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Harry: “This is such bullshit!” you yelled, throwing your purse on the counter, once inside the door. “It is not. I saw you dancing with him, don’t try to deny it!” Harry argued back. “I was not! But you sure as hell were grinding with that blonde bimbo, you hypocrite!” Shit. The name calling had started. There was no going back now. The look that flashed across Harry’s face was a look of anger and hurt. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, though. Before you could blink, Harry rushed down the hall, and returned with a pillow and blanket. “What’re you doing?” He said nothing, just settled in on the couch. You let out an exasperated sigh and threw your arms in the air, “I give up!” In the middle of the night you could hear loud mumbling coming from the living room. Looking at the clock, you saw it was 3:08am, and confused/intrigued, you snuck down the hall. Harry was sprawled on his back, the pillow had fallen to the floor, and his curls were swept across in his eyes, but he was mumbling, “[Y/N]….sor…sorry..” You paused, everything. Breathing, walking, blinking, it all came to a halt so you could hear. He continued, “…my..mhh..fault.” You broke, not being able to take it. You went and shook the boy out of his deep slumber, “Harry..Harr. Wake up.” “Huh? What do you- Oh..” he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his sorrowful eyes. “Look I’m—” You cut him off quickly, shaking your head. “Let’s just go back to bed,” you yawned, standing up, walking back to your room, Harry’s arms around your waist.
Louis: “Louis!” you squealed as you flung yourself into Louis’ waiting arms. You were at the airport to pick him up, as the boys’ tour had finally ended. You stayed to the side as Louis took some photos with the fans, finally being able to leave after about 15 minutes. Louis looked exhausted, so you offered to drive considering it was only about a 40 minute drive, nothing too bad. As you were going down a more rural part of the road you noticed Louis muttering to himself, as he was leaning his forehead against the window. You stifled some giggles, listening carefully, attempting to make-out what he was saying. He was quiet for a few minutes, and you thought maybe he had finished his sleep-talking. But soon he was muttering again, “…miss.her..” You couldn’t resist, “Who, Louis?” He moved a little, sitting up a bit more, before continuing, “[Y/N]…” You smiled. Louis had missed you enough to talk about you in his sleep. “Wanna go…home..” Louis mumbled, causing you to grin more. “Good, because we’re here,” you said unbuckling your seatbelt, leaning over the center console to kiss his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, still slightly droopy from sleep, he spoke clearly this time though when he looked at you and said, “God, I’ve missed you, [Y/N].”
Niall: It was another long night. Your best friend, Niall, was off jet setting around the world, having gorgeous girls throw themselves at him…he was living every guy’s dream. And where were you? Stuck in your flat missing him, while drinking tea, and getting ready for bed after another rainy movie/stay-inside all-day day. You had just brushed your teeth and were climbing into bed, when your iPhone rang on the nightstand table where it was plugged in. You had been hoping it was Niall, to pick up and hear him say, “I’m coming home early. I love you, I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry, meet me at the airport.” Or something else that seemed like it belonged in a romantic movie. But then again, you wished for that every day, only to be let down. Slightly depressed, you answered the phone, “Hello?” “[Y/N]?” a giggle came through from the other end. “Liam..? What’re you gu—” You were cut off by more stifled laughs and giggles, now being able to make out the other boys’. “Look not a lotta time to explain,” Liam whispered. “But Niall’s talking about you in his sleep, thought you might wanna hear it.” You could hear someone in the background loudly whisper “Say it again Niall”. Say what again? you wondered.Suddenly, Niall’s Irish-accent came through, heavy with sleep, which only made it more attractive, “[Y/N]…” Okay, so that proved he was talking about you. Big whoop. Y’all were best friends. “What about [Y/N]?” someone, sounded like Louis, tried to clarify for your sake. “..love..love her…” More giggles. You felt your face flush, though no one could see it, when you heard a woosh then Liam saying “Whoops. He’s awake. Gotta go. See ya soon, love. Bye from the boys!” Then silence. The call ended, and minutes passed before your phone vibrated alerting you to a message. Niall: Well…At least now you know… xx
Zayn: “She’ll love you, they all will,” Zayn said, talking about his mom and sisters when you meet them. “I-I don’t know Zayn,” you stammered. That had been a week ago, tomorrow was the day you finally went to meet them. You were so nervous you couldn’t stand it; you had been talking about it all week, here and there, probably driving your poor boyfriend crazy. It was now 1:41am, and you were wide awake. For the time being you’d given up on sleep and were propped up against the headboard. You were biting the nail on your pinky finger (a bad habit you picked up and were known for doing when you were nervous). You were thinking hard, brows furrowed and eyes focused on a wave in the blanket that was draped across the bed, when a soft voice caught your attention, pulling you from your far off thoughts. You listened for what seemed like ages, but in reality was seconds, till you heard a quiet murmur. Zayn’s deep accent, spoke quietly and quickly, “Calm…down…they’ll love…you…” You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. You felt bad; Zayn was worrying about you in his sleep. Even though you felt bad, you suddenly felt your nerves lessen. You knew tomorrow would be no big deal as long as Zayn was by your side. Beyond grateful, you slid back down and snuggled up next to Zayn.
Liam: You were lying in bed with Liam one night, reading, unable to sleep, comforted by the sound of Liam’s light snoring. You were completely engrossed in your book, laughing and mumbling to yourself about the events that were taking place. Liam suddenly started talking incoherently in his sleep, quietly at first, but then it became louder and more understandable. His back was to you, so you had to really struggle to hear what was being said. All you could make out was “cute laugh…” You smiled to yourself and set your book on the nightstand, answering your sleepy boyfriend, “Really?” “Mmm..hmmm..” “Anything else?” you giggled, turning on your side to face him. “…[Y/N]’s…adorable..” he finished, followed by an obnoxiously loud and extremely fake snore. You poked his back, causing him to turn over; his brown eyes gleaming in the light cast by the lamp on the nightstand, crinkles near his eyes present from the slight grin that graced his face. “You’re a horrible actor,” you teased. “I know, that’s why I’m in the music business.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and pushed the hair off your shoulder then rubbed your cheek with the back of his other hand. “It’s true you know,” he crooned. You closed your eyes, relishing the moment, “Hmm?” “That you’re adorable,” he said in a ‘duh’ tone. He kissed your nose, resting his chin on top of your head. You quickly broke away and rolled over, turning off the light, then snuggled back allowing yourself to be enveloped into Liam’s arms.
A/N: I wrote another one. Enjoy beautiful readers! Which boy’s did you like the best? Feedback and request please?