Harry: "Something going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asks quietly, a look of concern passing over his face. "If you can't sleep I'll listen to you vent or make a cup of tea, or cuddle or...other things. Anything you'd like. I'm here for you."
Niall: "If you can't sleep, I can't sleep," he mumbles tiredly, curling his arms around your waist as he nuzzles your neck. "Why can't you sleep? Is everything all right, sweetheart?"
Liam: "Tossing and turning for the past hour," he yawns, sitting up as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "I'm not going back to sleep until you tell me what's wrong. I've been worried about you, babe."
Louis: "You haven't slept in days," he frowns, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "I'm so worried about you, love. Tell me what's keeping you awake or what's wrong. Or if you don't want to talk we can just stay awake together and watch a film and have some tea, or something."
Zayn: "What's going on with you lately? You haven't slept in days," he places his hand over yours in genuine concern, turning to face you with tired eyes. "I know it's late, but I'm here for you. If you want to talk about it or not, I'm here regardless. I love you."
