PREFERENCE: GOOD MORNINGS Harry: He’s still asleep when you roll over to face him, his curls tangled and flopping over his forehead and his full lips parted. Your finger presses into the crease between his eye, pushing back the one flaw in his sleeping features. You suppress a laugh as Harry groans and his eyes flit open, blinking as they focus on you. “Were you watching me sleep?" he groans sleepily, searching for a pillow to rest his head on as he pulls your body close to his. “Maybe," you grin, nestling into the warmth of his embrace. “Good morning to you too," he murmurs into your hair, savoring the indescribable feeling of waking up with the person he loves the most. Niall: You wake up to an empty space next to you, the blankets pushed back from Niall’s side, which you can feel is still slightly warm. Snuggling into the warmth of his pillow, your eyes have just closed again when you hear footsteps approaching the bed. The mattress sinks and Niall’s touch can be felt pushing a piece of your hair back behind your ear. “Good morning, beautiful," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your eyes open to find him leaning over you, his chest bare and his hair wet from the shower. You pull him down against the mattress with you, his chest smooth underneath your cheek as you let his voice relax you, his fingers combing through your hair. “You sleep alright? You were out cold this morning so I let you sleep in. But now it’s your turn to make breakfast." Zayn: Light filters into your dreamy state from far away, but your droopy lids refuse to open as you turn away and tuck yourself in closer to Zayn, just able to hear the sound of his slow, deep breathing, which keeps you relaxed and lulled in sleep. You dream of the night before, of the feeling of his touch down your waist and around your stomach, the scruff on his chin and the taste of his lips on yours, enough to make you grin to yourself and risk opening your tired eyes just to have a peek at him. Seeming to sense your awareness, his eye that isn’t pressed against the pillow opening to meet yours. A warm, lazy smile slowly spreads across his lips, his arm snaking around your waist to keep you close. “Good morning," he murmurs, “now go back to sleep with me." Liam: His body is curled around yours, both of you tucked into fetus positions as you trap as much body heat as you can between the two of you. His arms restrain you from stirring and shifting as you wake up, and your squirming wakes him up as well. He wraps his leg around yours to keep you in place, one of his hands used to sweep the hair away from your neck, where his lips gently press against your skin. “Good morning," his lips move against your neck, his fingertips tracing along your forearm as the two of you slip into a quiet, peaceful morning in each other’s arms. Louis: Mornings are intimate, the act of waking up safely in the arms of someone else, trusting them to accept all of your imperfections and flaws before you can change them for the day. Your hair is tangled and misshaped, pushed aside by Louis’ fingertips as you wake up, the crinkles by his eyes and the warmth in his grin making you almost forget what you must look like. “Good morning, babe. You’re a sight to wake up to," he murmurs, chuckling and tickling your sides as you squirm to hide your face. “Don’t be shy, you’re beautiful. And I love waking up to you. Let’s keep it this way." -hipstafancy
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 05:53:26 +0000
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