Ashton: only took you five minutes to get annoyed with his fidgets, so you pull his head down to your stomach and roam your hands soothingly through his hair, massaging his scalp. "Mmm," he hums, "That feels so good. You're a treasure, i swear."
Luke: Because you know him and his habits so well, it only takes him a few minutes to adjust to you. He cuddles up to your chest as you would to him. He buries his head into your shoulder, snuggling you tight. "Much better," he whispers, eyes already drooping.
Michael: Though you are extremely tired and half asleep as he pulls you down to the kitchen with him, you somehow manage to keep your eyes open -- just for him. "We're going to have an all nighter!" he says, twirling you around, " And would you mind making me some food?"
Calum: He should be able to sleep, but he's not - and when he's not sleeping, he's trying to get under your skin. "We should do something more than sleep," he whispers in your ear, his energy running high, "And we don't have to leave the bed, though."