Louis
You were lying on the couch, scrolling through your phone, feeling unusually restless. It had been a long day, and though you usually loved cuddling with Louis, tonight you just couldn't sit still long enough to enjoy it.
Louis walked into the room, his usual cheeky grin already plastered across his face. "Oi, move over," he said, plopping down next to you. Without waiting for permission, he tugged at your arm, trying to pull you into his lap.
"Not now, Lou," you muttered, pulling your arm free.
He tilted his head, feigning offense. "Not now? Babe, I'm offering premium cuddles here. You can't just turn that down."
You gave him a look. "I'm just... not in the mood, okay? I need to breathe for a bit."
Louis frowned but didn't push. Instead, he stretched out dramatically beside you, letting his head rest on your lap. "Fine, but I'm staying right here," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't have to cuddle me, but I'm not leaving until you feel better."
Despite yourself, you smiled. His stubbornness was oddly comforting, and as his fingers absentmindedly played with the edge of your sweater, you realized you didn't mind his presence after all.
Harry
You'd barely made it through the door before flopping onto the bed. Harry followed close behind, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway. "Rough day?" he asked, his voice gentle.
You nodded, not bothering to lift your head. "I just need a minute."
Harry didn't say anything, but you could feel the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed. A second later, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you toward him.
"Harry," you groaned, trying to wriggle free. "I said I need space."
He loosened his grip but didn't let go completely. "I know, love. But cuddling always makes you feel better. Let me help."
You sighed, torn between frustration and the comfort of his touch. He was so persistent, but there was something about the way he held you—like you were the most important thing in the world—that made it hard to stay mad.
"Fine," you mumbled, letting him pull you closer. "But only for a little while."
Harry smiled against your hair. "That's all I need."
Niall
You were pacing the living room, trying to shake off the irritation that had been building all day. Niall was sitting on the couch, watching you with a concerned expression.
"Come here," he said softly, patting the spot next to him.
You shook your head. "I can't sit down right now, Niall. I feel like I'm going to explode."
He stood up, closing the distance between you in a few steps. "Okay, then don't sit. But at least let me hug you."
You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't know if I can deal with that right now."
Niall didn't seem offended. Instead, he placed his hands gently on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. "I'm not trying to make it worse, babe. I just want to be here for you. No pressure."
His sincerity made your shoulders sag. Slowly, you let him pull you into a loose embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "I'll let go whenever you want," he murmured, and somehow, you found yourself relaxing in his arms despite your earlier protests.
Liam
You were curled up in the corner of the couch, arms wrapped around your knees. Liam sat down next to you, his warm smile quickly fading when he saw your expression.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his voice soft as he reached out to touch your arm.
"Nothing," you said quickly, pulling away. "I just need some time to myself."
Liam nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. "Okay, I get that. But... can I just hold you? You don't have to talk or do anything. I just want to be close to you."
You hesitated, torn between wanting space and not wanting to hurt his feelings. "I don't know, Liam. I'm just not feeling it tonight."
He leaned back, giving you the space you asked for but staying close enough to show he wasn't going anywhere. "That's okay," he said quietly. "I'll be right here when you're ready."
You glanced at him, his kind eyes and open posture making it clear he wasn't upset. Slowly, you shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
Liam chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I just love you, that's all."
Zayn
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands, while Zayn leaned against the doorframe, watching you quietly. After a moment, he crossed the room and sat beside you, his knee brushing yours.
"Talk to me," he said softly, his voice low and steady.
You shook your head. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to do anything."
He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm. "Not even cuddle?"
"Not right now," you muttered, pulling your arm away.
Zayn didn't push. Instead, he leaned back on his hands, giving you space while still staying close. "That's fine. We don't have to do anything," he said, his tone completely calm.
The silence stretched between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. After a while, you leaned back, letting your shoulder rest against his. "Sorry," you said quietly.
He shook his head. "Don't apologize. I just want to be here for you, however you need."
His patience and quiet support were exactly what you needed, and eventually, you found yourself leaning into him, letting his presence ground you.
