One Direction Preferences

#42: Cuddling

Louis:  Facing each other, with shallow breathes and constant glances. His hands are on your back, absently rubbing at bare skin underneath the strap of your bra. Smiling into your shoulder, whispering something like, 'You're so beautiful.' But your head was buzzing with too many feelings to really understand what he mumbled. Only giggling ever so often in the fabric of his shirt, tugging on the grey shirt as he laughed at this awkwardness but it was okay, because it was perfect. 

Niall:  "Is this okay?" He nodded, as both of you faced each other on his bed. At least ten inches in between the toe of you, and yeah, it seemed close but it wasn't close enough. "Goodnight." He smiled, curling his hands under his chin. Smiling into deep daze when his breathes finally evened into a steady beat. "Goodnight." You mumbled back after what felt like a decade. Turning away from him to face his wall, when a pair of arms wiggled through the gap between your arm and side, tugging you ever so close to chest. "Is this okay?" 

Harry:  "I can't breathe." He laughed, hands still securely around the backs of your thighs gently massaging. "Oi, shut the fuck up." Smiling into his chest, legs spread across his lap in a straddle. With your head right below his collar bone. Tangling and untangling your fingertips into the hair by his neck. Giggling lightly into the warm skin every time he shivers under your body. "Hey, you know I love you right?" You rolled eyes, smacking his chest lightly. "Don't get sappy on me Styles?" You mumbled. Dozing in and out of half listening to him and to listening to his heart beat. Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release. And after he eventually feel asleep. You pecked a bird before whispering. "I know." 

Zayn:  You might be half on top of him, legs tangling in slots under his knees and ankles around each other. Head dozing off on his bicep while his hand squeezed your shoulder every other minute. It was quiet, not because you didn't have anything to say but because it was better this way. Quiet and hopelessly falling in love every day. Until he coughed, the feeling of eyes burning into your head as he slightly twitched his foot. "You make me really happy" You tired to ignore it, the ache in your chest. And flutters and stomach flipping and squeezing which made you feel like you were bout to puke. "Really happy." 

Liam:  "M'really hot." He sleepily murmured, nuzzling his head further into your shoulder. Your hand soothing at his scalp to relieve some stress that you knew he was feeling, yes, it was hot because you forgot to turn the fan on and he practically lied on top of you. His arms around your chest area and finally ending around your spinal cord. His hands were asleep and tingling, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind that he was hot or tingly. He just wanted you to hold him, cuddle him or whatever. He needed this. "Do you want me to turn on the fan?" You finally sputtered out in desperate need for circulation of air. "No, no, stay."