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You wear his clothing

Luke:

You woke up pretty early for a Saturday morning, but you felt wide awake so you slowly slipped out from beside Luke in your warm bed and headed downstairs to grab some food. You had worn his Sleeping With Sirens shirt to bed the night before because you had forgotten to bring your clothes over and had nothing to wear. You grabbed an apple from the table and went over to the bar where you sat down and opened up the newspaper to the comic section. Your toes were cold as you curled them up on the chair, his black shirt falling mid thigh. You were in the middle of reading a short comic when you felt a large pair of hands wrap around your waist. You jumped in your seat, spinning around quickly and putting your hands up to protect yourself. ‘Hey, its just me’ Luke replied softly, laughing slightly. You relaxed, slapping his chest before turning back around, ‘You scared me, you dick.’ He laughed again; leaning down to press light kisses bare neck up to your jawline. You on your tilted your head and closed your eyes. ‘Why so touchy this morning?’ you asked, your voice teasing. He pressed one last kiss to your cheek before pulling away and heading to the fridge. ‘You look extremely good in my shirt.’ He said, smirking slightly before bending down and grabbing a carton of milk.

 Michael:

You were at Michaels for the night; you had decided to have dinner in and make it yourselves before having a night of movies and cuddling. You had already gone shopping for all the supplies, and were in the kitchen preparing the pasta. You were at the stove stirring while Michael was beside you chopping vegetables. Both of you were singing along to the radio, your voices loud and off tune as you took turns laughing at how bad you each sounded. While singing, you turned to the fridge to grab the red sauce. With the spoon in one hand, your grabbed the container and pulled it out of the fridge. Sadly, your grip wasn’t firm enough and the lid came off, the sauce landing all over your pale blue shirt. You let out a loud groan, throwing your spoon down and turning to the sink. Michael saw you and let out a peal of laughter, although he stopped quickly once he saw your glare. ‘I’m sorry babe, here I’ll go get you a shirt, okay?’ You nodded, grabbing a cloth and began dabbing at your shirt, cursing loudly. He came back down with Pokémon shirt in one hand, walking over to you and pulling the cloth from your grip. With gentle eyes, he pulled your shirt up off your head. You met his eyes as he opened his own shirt and put it on you, pulling it down. ‘Thanks babe’ you said, kissing him before going back to the pasta. He set your shirt in the sink but said nothing, and when you looked back over he was watching you with a weird expression. ‘What?’ you asked, glancing down self-consciously. He shook his head, taking a step towards you and pulling you in for a deep kiss. ‘I love when you wear my shirts.

 Calum:

‘Shit’ you mumbled, ruffling through the bins at the front door. Calum came out from the living room ‘What? What’s wrong?’ He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and forcing you to look up at him. You rolled your eyes ‘Nothing, I just can’t find my hat. I swear I put it in these bins last time.’ You two were headed out for a walk to the grocery store, except there was a wicked snow storm outside and the prospect of not wearing a hat made you shiver. despite the heat indoors. Calum frowned, meeting you eyes ‘Here, I’ll just go quickly to get everything while you stay-’ ‘Oh shush’ you said, pulling out of his grip, ‘You’ve got to have an extra hat somewhere around here.’ You opened the closet door and began rummaging. Calum was quiet for a moment before ‘Oh! Wait here’ and he ran quickly up the stairs. You managed to find a pair of mittens and a scarf before he came down. He was wearing a grey beanie and handed you a black one. You grinned ‘You’re letting me wear your beanie?’ You tried wearing it on multiple occasions, but he always kept it out of your reach, claiming it would get worn out if it were used too many times. He shrugged, pulling you in and pecking your lips ‘Can’t have my baby freeze to death.’ You put the beanie on and slipped into your boots, making your way to the door. ‘Alright, you ready?’ You asked, your hand on the doorknob. You turned to see Calum watching you with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. You frowned ‘What-’ You couldn’t finish your sentence because Calum bounded over and pulled you into a bone crushing hug ‘You look really adorable in my beanie. I think I’ll have to let you wear it more often.’

 Ashton:

You and Ashton were lounging around outside with the boys, staying around the pool because the heat was almost unbearable. You were on the chair, leaning back and tanning as  you listened the boys play volleyball in the pool. ‘No…fuck you’re so bad at this…You should have gotten that! Luke, what the fuck are you doing? Ashton, dude stop getting distracted.’ You opened your eyes at that and looked over at your boyfriend who was currently standing in the pool watching you with tender eyes. You laughed alongside the boys as Calum chucked the ball at his head ‘Ash, man, are you playing or not. Stop ogling your girlfriend.’ You gave him a wink, causing him to give you a playful glare. You closed your eyes once again, but in a few minutes you felt a shadow above you. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know ‘Ash, baby you’re blocking the sun’ you told him, biting back a smile. When he didn’t reply you looked up, confused. He was holding his Incredible Hulk shirt over you, and put a hand on your lower back, pushing you to sit up. You sat up, watching him with a frown. ‘Babe, what are you doing?’ He then continued to manoeuver his shirt through your arms and slid it onto your body, pulling it down over your bikini bottoms ‘I can’t play volleyball with you sitting here looking like a beach goddess’ He complained, pouting slightly. You laughed, sliding a hand on his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. When he pulled away he was frowning ‘But you look so fucking good in my shirt too…maybe you should just go inside-’ You shoved his chest ‘Down boy’ you laughed, pointing back to the pool where the boys were waiting with bemused expressions.