Ashton: "You almost done?" You heard him whine from the bed. You smiled to yourself fixing the only form of clothing, besides your panties, on your body. Giggling at yourself in the mirror you left the bathroom, skipping the bed. Ashton parted his lips, placing his tongue in the corner of his mouth, like he was pondering something. You gave him a questioning smile, "What?" you sat on your legs. "Are you wearing my pony shirt?" He asked, leaning up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, why?" "Well because I was looking for it, but you stole it from me!" He chuckled pulling you on top of him, beginning to tickle your sides. You bust into a fit of laughter, begging him to stop through high pitched giggles. He finally stopped, hovering over top of you. "You look cuter in it then I do anyway babe." You grinned as he leaned down to kiss you.
Michael: You had always thought he looked the best in his red and black plaid shirt, you couldn't explain why you just loved the colors on him. "Y/N, what should I wear?" He yelled from the bathroom. You had just finished getting ready for your dinner together so you walked over to his drawer and with a sly grin grabbed the plaid shirt you loved so much. "This!" You cheered, walking into the bathroom where he was fixing his hair. He smirked, "I just wore that 2 days ago." "But I love it on you please." Michael smirked at your whining, taking it from your hands. "Only because you think I look sexy in it." A wide smile spread across your face as you leant against the doorway, "What no comeback?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. It's true that usually you would always come back with something witty, but not this time. "Well, you do look sexy in the shirt." You replied simply, walking out of the door.
Luke: Slowly, his calloused and tired fingers worked to unbutton his black shirt. You bit your lip, watching him from the door way. He looked tired, you could read it off of his face. His eyes were drooping and you felt so bad. "Hm?" He toyed with his lip ring, looking at you through the mirror. "Nothing." You walked over, stepping in front of him so he couldn't look in the mirror. You shoved his hands out of the way, taking the initiative to unbutton his shirt. He sighed, watching your fingers now do the work. Tiredly, he ran a hand through his hair as you finished with his shirt. Luke shrugged it off and you made sure to take in his now bare chest. "What?" He made sure to ask louder this time, curiosity getting the best of him. "Nothing, I just really like that shirt on you." You leant up to kiss him; Luke finally cracking a smile.
Calum: With a lot of errands to run throughout the day, his black jacket was the first thing you saw on your way out of the door. So when your phone ran while you were out in the grocery store, you laughed to yourself as you answered. "Hi babe." "Y/N, where is my black jacket." He sounded rushed. "Oh..." "Oh what. Y/N I need that for the photo shoot I have to do. I have to take it with me." "Sorry, it was the first thing I saw and it was cold this morning when I left so I took it." You heard him sigh on the phone, "Are you at least going to be home soon?" "Yes, yes I'll be home soon." You laughed at his fast speaking, worried voice on the other end of the phone. "Ok, well hurry please." "Alright, I'll see you soon." You knew it was his jacket in the first place and part of the reason you did was to hold on to one last piece of him before he was off being in a famous band.
