Louis: "Today will be the laziest of all days," he declares, crossing his sweatpant clad legs as he passes you the carton of ice cream. "I love the sound of that," you admit, resting your head on his chest sleepily. "We'll just eat ice cream and do absolutely nothing all day because we do too much and we both need a break and what better way to take a break?" he continues, flickering through the channels before settling on one with a happy grin. "Grease! Grease is on! My favorite," he gushes, toying with the strings on your sweatpants. "You know now you're going to have to sing all of Sandy's parts when I sing Danny's parts." You roll your eyes but can't help but smile. "Don't I always?"
Harry: "Oh my God!" you gasp dramatically, plopping backwards on the sofa. "What?" he asks with concern, eyes wide. "You're wearing sweatpants! I thought those skinny jeans were like, painted on!" you exclaim with a laugh, lightly tapping his bum through the soft green fabric. "You scared me!" he laughs, dimples prominent and eyes gleaming. "You've seen me without skinny jeans before," he continues, ripping open a bag of gummy worms as he takes a handful before passing it to you. "Actually you've seen me without a lot of things before," he adds cheekily, the two of you bursting into laughter. "Good times," you tease, clicking on the television. "Now, let us commence the laziest day ever."
Zayn: "It's two o'clock, my God, we slept in so late," you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes. "I've slept later," he laughs, crawling out from under the covers. "We should have a lazy day today," you re-tie the strings on your sweatpants and yawn. "Sounds like my kind of day," he slides a pair of gray sweatpants over his boxers and smooths down his messy sleep hair. "How about we kick it off by having sweets for breakfast?" you offer, heading to the kitchen. "Hmmm, I'm thinking blueberry pancakes," he begins, wrapping his arms around your waist as you dig out pancake mix. "And some of this," he adds, pressing a kiss to your lips.
Liam: "I can't believe your mom got us matching sweatpants," you smirk, nodding at his Mickey Mouse print sweatpants to coordinate with your Minnie Mouse ones. "My mum loves doing things like that and she adores you," he laughs, lazily grabbing two coffee mugs. "She's the best, plus she raised you and you're amazing, so," you tease, kissing his cheek. "What do you say about skipping the coffee and eggs and bacon and just having that leftover cake for breakfast," he offers with a smirk, eyebrow raised. "I say hell yeah, bring out the frosting and let's have a lazy cake for breakfast kind of day," you reply, grabbing two forks from the drawer as he grabs the cake.
Niall: "What d'ya say to sitting inside all day, watching derby and pigging out on junk food?" he offers, lazily climbing out of bed. "That sounds like my dream date," you laugh, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from your closet. "I always knew you were my perfect girl," he sighs happily, grin spreading across his face. "I'll go make breakfast and you do the whole sweatpants and messy buns thing that girls do and stuff, okay?" You roll your eyes and laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Sounds like a plan, it's actually a messy bun and I'm more of a ponytail girl. Messy buns don't work on me."
