Zayn: He didn't normally wear sweaters, but when he did you always stole it to wear the next day. He wouldn't comment on it, just smirk when he saw you and pull you in for a kiss. You loved the way that they still smelled like him. Cigarette smoke, his favorite cologne, and a bit of your perfume. So naturally, every time he left for tour, you would find yourself wrapped up in one, impatient for his return and loving the feeling of being wrapped up in him. And somehow they managed to always bring a smile to your face.
Louis: It was a white a black sweater that you found folded at the bottom of the drawer. You were finally moving out of the old flat. The movers came to help you move it all, but first you had to make sure you'd gotten everything out. Upon opening the bottom drawer on the right, you saw it tucked away and you couldn't believe he'd left it behind when he left you three months ago. The break up had been terrible, you'd run out and stayed with your best friend for a week until you got a text from him saying that he had moved out, the flat was yours.
Niall: He always laughed when you would emerge from the bedroom one of his sweaters hitting you mid-thigh and the sleeves dangling past your fingertips. "You look like an elf." He would chuckle and pull you onto his lap, lips tickling the side of your neck and fingers brushing your thighs. "You are beautiful and wonderful and above all incredible." He told you and then he took a deep breath and one of his hands disappeared from your leg. "And, Y/N, I - I love you so much. Marry me?" Suddenly the small velvet box was held out in front of you and a glittering diamond ring was nestled inside. "Niall," you turned in his arms, the thick sweater twisting around you, his eyes dug into yours. "Yes! Yes of course I'll marry you." He slipped the ring onto your finger. "This is now my favorite sweater." You giggled and kissed his face all over.
Harry: The fans thought it was adorable that you would wear his sweaters out even though they were several sizes too big for you. Harry, on the other hand, would frown when he saw it and say that he didn't like you wearing his sweaters. One day you finally ask him why that is. "Because, then when you aren't here or I'm on tour and I wear one, it smells like your shampoo or your perfume and it makes me miss you and frankly, you wear them better than I do." Harry spent the next few minutes pouting. "That's why I like wearing them though. Because when you're gone I can wear them and it feels like you're here, holding me like this." You sat down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you and tucking your head beneath his chin.
Liam: His Brit sweater that everyone could recognize was buried in the pile of old clothes at the back of the closet. "Mum? What about this one can we throw this one out? It's got a giant tear in the sleeve?" Your oldest daughter asked. You knew that hole, it had torn when Liam was sneaking into your bedroom window when you were seventeen. "And there's a stain on the back. You cracked a smile remembering that one. You had been out on a date, the first one as a true couple with fans aware of you and everything and you were nervous. So nervous that you knocked your coffee over, spilling it onto him on accident. The stain had never come out. "Mum? Can we throw it out?" They didn't know about Liam. They didn't know that he was your first love, the first man to make you see fireworks in a kiss, and the only man to ever show you what it was like to have your heart stop from a few words. They didn't know he is your greatest love but some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together. "Mum?" Your daughter knelt down in front of you the sweater wrinkled in her hands. "No. This one has to stay." You took it from her, held it up to your nose. There was still a bit of his spicy cologne on it; after all these years your heartbeat still picked up at his smell and you smiled, holding it close to your heart.
