57. #57: HE'S COLD...
#57: HE'S COLD...
Louis: It's cold in the bed so he constantly whines about it until you shift closer to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. "Good," he says in a sigh, his voice coming out breathlessly, "God, you're really warm. How?" He rolls into you, hiding his face in you, smiling gently.
Niall: Without much warning, he launches himself at you and clings onto you by the waist, his head dipping down to be hidden in your warm, hoodie-covered shoulder. "Mmm," he hums when you start rubbing his back lightly, laughing at his reaction, "I'm just going to stay here."
Liam: Not exactly wanting you to know he was outside shaking in the snow, he simply let his teeth chatter as he tried to speak, "Not cold. Nope." You were the one who wanted to go outside, so he agreed to make you happy. Though he was completely freezing, just for you.
Zayn: So, he uses that to his advantage and lets his hands wander into your jacket and around to your back, somewhat shifting lower. "Zayn," you mumbled in a warning under your breath, raising your eyebrows at him. "What?" he asked with a charming grin, "I'm cold?"
Harry: His nose is running and he's got an awful cold. "Come closer," he says with chattering teeth, and even under the fleece blanket, he is still shivering. "Come here, seriously." You smile at him and let him envelope you in a hug, burying his nose into your hair and sighing.