Louis: "Pull over, pull over!" you say suddenly, nudging his arm an nodding towards the gas station on the side of the road. He raises an eyebrow with confusion but pulls into the lot anyway. "And why, may I ask, are we pulling into a random gas station at three in the morning?" he smirks slightly as he cuts off the ignition and unbuckles his seatbelt. "We still have an hour left to drive home and we need some snacks," you reply, climbing out of the car and looping your arm through his as he joins you. "Good thinking," he holds the door open for you and joins you inside the nearly empty little convenience store. "You get the salty snacks, I'll get the sweet snacks. Meet me back here in two minutes," you decide, nodding towards the gummy bears and chocolate bars as he turns towards the chips and pretzels. "Yes, ma'am," he laughs, giving you a mock salute and grabbing some snacks.
Harry: "Why, again, are we eating grapes at four in the morning?" you ask, stabbing a grape with a toothpick and popping it in your mouth. "It's not just grapes, they're on STICKS," he replies, stabbing one and sliding it between his lips. "Right. So, why are we eating grapes on STICKS at four in the morning?" you yawn, leaning against his shoulder and grabbing another grape. "Well, everything tastes better at four in the morning, everything tastes better when it's on a stick and I don't want to go to sleep because I leave for tour again in," he glances at his watch and frowns. "Three hours and I want to use every minute I've got with you."
Zayn: "The best kind of pizza is the pizza ordered at one in the morning," Zayn yawns, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "Amen to that," you grin, taking a bite of the cheesey slice in front of you. "This pizza is so good, I love pizza, pizza is great," he muses, grabbing another slice. "If you love it so much you should get a tattoo of it," you joke, but then you notice him raise an eyebrow and eye an empty patch of skin on his wrist. You open your mouth in horror. "Kidding," he laughs, catching your expression. "If I got tattoos for everything I love I'd be covered in ink from head to toe and I'd probably had a million tattoos of your name."
Niall: "It kind of scares me how awake you are at two in the morning," you sigh, watching him assemble two banana split sundaes at the speed of light. "Well, I'm not much of a morning person but I'm a very good really early after midnight person," he replies, drizzling hot fudge on each. "That makes no sense," you laugh, grabbing two spoons and raising an eyebrow. He laughs and slides one sundae to you and takes one for himself. "True. I may be good at making sundaes at this hour but I'm pretty incompetent I reckon," he shrugs, taking a bite of his sundae.
Liam: "And that was the baddest thing I've ever done," you finish your story and pour yourself another bowl of cereal as Liam smirks in response. "That's really surprising...and hot," he laughs, eating a mouthful of cereal. "Now your turn," you continue, nodding towards him. "What's the baddest thing YOU'VE ever done?" He cocks his head to the side in thought and shakes his head as something pops into his mind. "Well, it was about a year ago..." he begins, setting down his bowl. You and Liam loved this--midnight snacks and deep conversations. It'd become somewhat of a tradition every now and then.
