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#10: You can't sleep without him.

Harry: simply because he keeps you warm. Snaking his broad arm across your small waist, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath; letting his breathing become sturdy. Intertwining your legs with his, the hair tickling at your bare skin, wiggling your toes against his, smiling to yourself as you feel him mimic your actions. "You make me want to sleep forever," he mumbled while nibbling at fragile pieces of your skin, sucking hard on your skin leaving pretty red marks with hints of purple, gently running his fingers over the tender swollen mark, traveling to the back of your neck to plant small kisses.
Zayn: simply because he makes you feel safe and secure. Firmly pressing your back to his soft naked torso, shuffling closer into him. Humming a lullaby in your ear to soothe you, your body trembling in his hands. Tightening your hand around his a little more, to make sure he was here, here to hold you, fight for you, protect you. "Go to sleep, baby. I've got you," his voice cracking as he whispered the securing words in my ear giving me a sense of comfort and protection. Never wanting his body to peel away from mine, knowing I'd be alone tonight, gripping his large hand, guiding it up to my lips, kissing the slightly swollen knuckles, resting it on my cheek.
Niall: simply because he rubs your back as he drift off into sleep. Foreheads pressed together inhaling each others warm breath, his hand slides up the back of your (or his, because you're wearing it for the night) t shirt. Slowly rubbing large circles, feeling the rough callouses dance across the bones of your spine. His actions gently lull you to drift away in sleep in his arms. Dotting kisses across your face sliding down to meet your lips, softly giggling against his lips, trying to push him away.
Liam: simply because he holds you. The moment you're in his arms is the moment he won't let you go, he needs you here, you help him sleep, without you he'd he tossing and turning, his limbs, heavy with sleep you get tangled in the silky sheets. Not feeling you beside him, makes him uncomfortable, like there's a big part of him missing -- he's not himself when you're not around-- his hand is wrapped around your soft thin waist. Snuggling closer into his strong, warm body, knowing he's their to hold me.
Louis: simply because he sprinkles you with kisses. Hovering over you, leaving kisses to the spot under your ear, traveling down your neck, collarbones and shoulders; taking his time to gently nibble on small pieces of skin. Moving down the valley of your breasts, dragging his tongue up it.

May 20th

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