93. #93: You're cold.
#93: You're cold.
Louis: He drapes an arm around you and you hide your face in the crook of his elbow, enjoying his scent. Soon enough, you're heated up and comfortable. He smirks and looks down at you. "Am I really that hot?"
Niall: He nods his head, not letting you say anything else. He quickly pries off his hoodie, handing it to you as he stands there, only in a wife beater. You gulp, eyeing his progressing biceps. He rolls his eyes playfully and chuckles, "Just take it, Y/N. You can stare later."
Liam: Being the perfect gentleman he is, he gives you his jacket. "Can't have my baby getting cold," he whispers before pecking your cheek, rubbing your arms and holding you until you're fully warmed up.
Zayn: "Lay down," he commands, gently pushing you down onto your back. You stay quiet, raising an eyebrow at him as he crawls next to you, putting his hands on your waist. He pulls you towards him, tucking his chin over the top of your head. "Much better."
Harry: "Body heat," he says simply, nodding his head as he seriously adds, "Take off all your clothes and then we can - " He yelps after you slap him on the chest. "Okay, okay, nevermind. Just trying to help, sheesh."