Louis: You're curled up in on yourself, legs pulled up to your chest with your hands wrapped around your body like you're trying to protect yourself in your sleep. Eyes closed, lips parted just slightly, looking peaceful even though your body language says other wise. He slides up from behind you and places his hands over yours, gently unfurling them until they're tucked into his own. He kisses your shoulder and breathes, "You're fine," before wrapping himself around you until you gradually relaxed into him. You don't need to protect yourself when he's there protecting you.
Niall: Trying to relax you, he runs his hand down your spine -- up and down in soothing motions, soft and languid rhythms -- and watches as your body slowly starts to unfurl before you reach for him. He latches his arms around you and holds you tightly, burying his nose in your hair so you can feel his breather washing all over your body, calming you ever-so-slightly. "You feeling better now?" he asks, and you nod your head, pressing yourself closer to him. It's a lot easier for you to breathe when you're not curled in on yourself and when you have him holding you still.
Liam: Two a.m., after you've gone downstairs into the living room to clear your head, he's there to find you curled up on the couch with a blanket thrown over your curled up body, your eyes staring at the T.V. He leans down to your height and brushes the hair out of your eyes, still shirtless and tired from the restless night. "Come on," he whispers gently, tugging on your hand to pull you up, "Let's get you back into bed." He notices the fear glinted into your eyes and slings his arm protectively over your shoulders, hoping he can put the pieces back together; hoping he can fix it.
Zayn: Pulling the covers back down and around you, he tucks the ends underneath your body and leans forward to kiss your forehead. You're still shaking -- the hot and cold sweats -- but it's a little better after he got you out of your fetal position and helped you into bed, where it was warm and safe and did a lot to help your head. "Just need to sleep it off," he mumbles to you, stroking his fingers through your hair while you sigh and nuzzle closer to him, "I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning." You will, probably, because he's there and he's taking care of you, always.
Harry: Your size is dwarfed when you curl up to him in the fetal position, your head pressed into his chest with your arms around yourself. Even if you're not that short, rolling yourself into a ball while being next to him is the biggest size difference of all. He's taller, and bigger, and his hands are huge and they wrap around your tinier body and hug you to him so you know he's there, even when you're dreaming in your sleep. "Cutie," he hears himself mumbling, twisting your hair around one of his fingers while you slumber, "Such a cutie." Such a cute, tiny, protected cutie.