Harry:
You actually weren't sure if it was the sound of the alarm, or the deafening groaning that followed soon after that woke you up. You flipped over to stare at Harry, who slammed his hand on the alarm to shut it off, but continued in his tantrum. You laughed a little, but couldn't muster much in such a state of drowsiness.
He flipped over, scooting up close to you and wrapping both arms around you. "Baby..." he mumbled, pulling you even closer, and wrapping his legs around you too. He whined, squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe.
"Not... a.... teddy bear..." you tried to wiggle out of his grip. He released you a little bit, but didn't relinquish his hold on you.
"I don't want to get up," he stated.
You smiled, watching him pout like a child. "Then don't."
"But I have to!" his eyes widened as he looked up at you, almost as if he was appalled at the suggestion. You laughed, knowing that he would argue in such a way.
"It must kill you to be so responsible all the time," you smiled. He groaned, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. You squirmed; his breath on your skin was starting to tickle.
"Why am I always so much lazier around you?" he mumbled into your arm, peeking up at you with his eyes. You frowned, not appreciating that accusation.
"Are you calling me a bad influence?"
He buried his face into your arm once again and heaved a content sigh. "...I think you just make me never want to leave..." The grin on your face was inevitable. He had a way of making your heart flutter. He peeked an eye up at you again and you grinned wider before shoving him all the way off.
"Go be responsible," you muttered, turning your back to him and snuggling into the blankets. "I'm going to sleep." He laughed, but you could feel him get up from the mattress and begin getting ready. Slowly, you drifted off back to sleep, the faint trace of a smile still on your lips.
Zayn:
The annoying buzz of the alarm went off, and if it weren't for the fact that you were exhausted you would have shoved the pillow over your ears.
Then the snooze went off.
And then the snooze went off several more times.
...there was still no movement on the bed next to you. Sleepily, you turned over, your eyes squinted from any light in the room. You stared at the unmoving figure beside you, his back betraying the slow breathing rhythm of sleep. "Zayn..." you mumbled, scooting closer to him and resting a hand on his back. "Zayn... you have to get up..."
He made a sort of noise before pulling the covers further up his body. He mumbled something about wanting a bit more time. It was incredibly easier to encourage someone else to get up when you didn't have to. "Hey... you've got to go or you'll get in trouble..."
His lack of movement was an indication of his lack of caring.
"Babe... if you get in trouble I'll get in trouble, and they'll never let you stay over again," you tried to use a guilt trip or at least try to reason with him. You waited for any sort of reaction to take place. After a while, he heaved a sigh, throwing back the blankets.
"Are you going to make this up to me?" he asked tiredly, swinging his legs off the bed and finding his footing.
"Make it up to you?" you laughed, rolling onto your back and watching him drag his feet across the room. "I'm the one making sure you stay on schedule..." He hummed a sort of response and began poking aimlessly through the clothing. You smiled, rolling back onto your side and curling up, ready to go back to sleep. "Call me when you're functioning properly..." you mumbled, slowly drifting back off to sleep.
