#47 Hoddies, Sweatshirts and T-shirts
Louis:
"Stay babe." Louis whined, pulling you down by the waist, back onto the bed. "But-" His lips cut you off before you could object any more. "Not buts my love. You're staying here with me tonight." A smirk spread across his lips bringing you closer to him. "What am I going to wear? I can't sleep in this." You squirm under his strong arms but you don't get very far. His face scrunches while he thinks of something. "Nothing." He whispers into your ear sending chills down your spine. "In your dreams." You laugh elbowing him in the stomach. "Fine, fine. I'll just grab you one of my shirts. Sound okay?" You nod in response and he unwraps himself from you. Moments later shirt lands on your head. You huff and march over to the bathroom to change. Thankfully the shirt is quite big so it covers enough. You saunter out back into the bedroom aware that Louis' eyes were glued on me. You climb under the sheets and snuggle up against Lou's chest. His arms find their way around your waist once again. "You should just wear my shirts more often."
Zayn:
You woke up and instantly felt sick to your stomach like you did every year on this very date. It'd been so long, no too long since you last held him in your arms. Since you heard his voice; since you saw him smile. They told you the pain would heal with time, but how much time would it take? It all still hurts just like the first day. You finally pull yourself up out of bed and stumble over to his draw. You used to wear his clothes all the time, but your loved ones told you it wasn't healthy, so now you only do it on this day. You pull on a pair of his joggers and a hoddie. You curl up back in bed and take a deep breath. How do they still smell like him after this long? Four long, dreadful years and you still miss him like it was yesterday. You knew you couldn't beat yourself up about his death anymore. There was nothing you could do to save him, but there's always going to be a part of you that wonders. You go onto the bed. You pull out the various pictures, cards and other things that you held onto. You let the tears fall freely as you looked through what you had left of him. "I miss you Zayn."
Liam:
You swayed your hips back and forth as you walked out into the living room wearing only yoga shorts and one of Liam's hoodies. You felt the smirk appear on your face knowing that he was watching every move you made. He always loved when you opted to wear his clothing. You took a seat on the couch next to him. You could tell his was watching you out of his peripheral. You draped your legs over his own. His hands made their way across the legs and up to your thighs. He traced circles on the sensitive skin getting further and further up your thigh. His fingers grazed the fabric over your core making your breathe hitch. You calmly got up from the couch and over to your DVD stand. "What movie do you wanna watch babe?" You ask innocently before bending over. You knew exactly what you was doing to him. Moments later you felt his bulge up against you and his fingers digging into your hips. You stood up straighter and he pulled your body closer to his chest so close could feel his hot breathe on your neck. "I rather watch my hoodie get stripped off of you."
Niall:
You always hated when Niall was on tour. At times it was almost unbearable. You both did your best to make it work. Phone calls, text messages, snapchats, and skype sessions. You settled down with your laptop on the kitchen table. You signed into Skype and waited until Niall's name showed up in the contacts. You checked your hair one more time before calling him. Seconds later his face appeared on the screen with a huge grin. "Hey beautiful!" You felt your checks grow warmer and a silly smile spread across your lips. You don't think you'd ever get used to him calling you that. "Hey babe, I missed you." You greet back. "I've missed you too. This distance it killing me. I just-Hey! Nice hoodie babe." He lets out a light-hearted laugh. You look down and realise what hoodie he's talking about; it's his. You completely forgot to take it off before going online. "Oh uh I just missed you so I just put it on. I can take it off if it bothers you." Now you felt extremely self-conscious. "Babe, look at me." He waited until you were looking back to the screen. "It's fine, you look better in it than I do. I love you so much." You can feel the relief wash over you. "I love you too."
Harry:
Your eyes were burning and you had a massive headache. You tried to replay the events of the previous night in your mind. The yelling, the screaming, the harsh words, Harry leaving. Things escalated so quickly and you both couldn't stop it. The words 'I'm done' rung through your head. How could he just give up on us? You tried calling him for the 6th time since the previous night, but there was no answer; again. Tears started to stream down your cheeks yet again. You slumped back to your bedroom- was it even your bedroom anymore or was it just yours? You went straight for his dresser and pulled on one of his old sweaters. You crashed back onto the couch. You felt as if your heart was ripped right out of your chest. You wiped the tears with Harry's sleeve. What you would give to just go back to be wrapped in his arms. You sobbed until you finally fell asleep. You didn't wake up until you felt your phone vibrating. You scrambled around until you finally found it. "Harry" You gasped checking the caller ID. You wiped the tears from your cheeks before answering the phone. "Hello?"
