Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Clothes

(Y/n) tore through his closet, looking for that one sweatshirt he liked. He searched through shelves, drawers, his dirty laundry, but he just couldn't find it. He looked everywhere, even in Emma's closet to see if she took it, but he could not find it anywhere. He was kind of sad, this sweatshirt was his favorite, and by far the most comfortable one he owned. He could probably always get another one, but he liked the one he had before.

He gave up on his search, walking out to make himself some breakfast. He heard the shower running and figured Emma was inside the bathroom. He made her a bowl of cereal, before eating his on the kitchen counter. He sat there just eating his cereal and thinking about where he could've misplaced his sweatshirt before the water in the bathroom stopped running.

A few minutes later, Emma stepped out of the room. When she walked over to where (Y/n) was sitting, he noticed she was wearing his sweatshirt. He smiled at the sight, Emma in his favorite piece of clothing. She looked quite cute in his sweatshirt, and he would let her keep it if it meant he got to look at her in it whenever he wanted. She sat down next to him, and he kissed her cheek.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt." (Y/n) hummed, as Emma blushed. "Do you mind? I can give it back if you like." Emma offered, as (Y/n) shook his head. "Nope. You look very cute in it. Much better than me. Keep it. I like when you wear my clothes." (Y/n) told her, as Emma nodded. They both ate in a comfortable silence, (Y/n) stopping to admire the girl next to him very so often. The way her brown hair shone in the sunlight, the way her eyes looked as she looked around the apartment, the way the sweatshirt looked on her.

It was way too big for her, maybe one or two sizes too big, but she looked great in it. The size difference didn't seem to phase her. She spent the rest of the day in his oversized sweatshirt, and (Y/n) didn't mind at all. He would definitely let her steal his clothes more often.