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Hoodies, Sweatshirts, and Tees

Zayn: I woke up and instantly felt sick to my stomach like it did every year on this very date. It’s been so long, no too long since I last held him in my arms. Since I heard his voice; since I saw him smile. They told me the pain would heal with time, but how much time would it be? It all still hurts the same. I finally pulled myself up out of bed and stumbled over to his draw. I used to wear his clothes all the time, but my loved ones told me it wasn’t healthy so now I only do it on this day. I pull on a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie. I 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 I still missed him like it was yesterday. I knew I couldn’t beat myself up about his death anymore. There was nothing I could do to save him, but there’s always going to be a part of me that wonders. I go into my closet and pull out the box from the back. I collapsed back onto the bed. I pull out the various pictures, cards and memorabilia that I held onto. I let the tears fall freely as I looked through what I had left of him. “I miss you Zayn.”  

Louis: “Stay babe.” Louis whined pulling me down by the waist back onto the bed. “But-” His lips cut me off before I could object any more. “No buts my love. You’re staying here with me tonight.” A smirk spread across his lips bringing me closer to him. “What am I going to wear? I can’t sleep in this.” I squirm under his strong arms but I don’t get very far. His face scrunches while he thinks of something. “Nothing.” He whispers into my ear sending chills down my spine. “In your dreams.” I laugh elbowing him in the stomach. “Fine, fine. I’ll just grab you one of my shirts. Sound okay?” I nod in response and he unwraps himself from me. Moments later shirt lands on my head. I huff and march over to the bathroom to change. Thankfully the shirt is quite big so it covers enough. I saunter out back into the bedroom aware that Louis’ eyes were glued on me. I climbed under the sheets and snuggled up against Lou’s chest. His arms found their way around my waist once again. “You should just wear my shirts more often.”

Niall: I always hated when Niall was on tour. At times it was almost unbearable. We did out best to make it work. Phone calls, text messages, snapchats, and skype sessions. I settled down with my laptop on the kitchen table. I signed into Skype and waited until Niall’s name showed up in the contacts. I checked my hair one more time before calling him. Seconds later his face appeared on the screen with a huge grin. “Hey beautiful!” I felt my checks grow warmer and a silly smile spread across my lips. I don’t think I’d ever get used to him calling me that. “Hey babe, I missed you.” I 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. I look down and realize what hoodie he’s talking about; it’s his. I 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 I felt extremely self-conscious. “Babe, look at me.” He waited until I was looking back to the screen. “It’s fine, you look better in it than I do. I love you so much.” I can feel the relief wash over me. “I love you too.”

Harry: My eyes were burning and I had a massive headache. I tried to replay the events of the previous night in my mind. The yelling, the screaming, the harsh words, Harry leaving. Things escalated so quickly and we couldn’t stop it. The words I’m done rung through my head. How could he just give up on us? I tried calling him for the 6th time since the previous night, but there was no answer; again. Tears started to stream down my cheeks yet again. I slumped back to our bedroom- was it even our bedroom anymore or was it just mine? I went straight for his dresser and pulled on one of his old sweaters. I crashed back onto the couch. I felt as if my heart was ripped right out of my chest. I wiped the tears with the Harry’s sleeve. What I would give to just go back in be wrapped in his arms. I sobbed until I finally fell asleep. I didn’t wake up until I felt my phone vibrating. I scrambled around until I finally found it. “Harry” I gasped checking the caller ID. I wiped the tears from my cheeks before answering the phone. “Hello?”

Liam: I swayed my hips back and forth as I walked out into the living room wearing only yoga shorts and one of Liam’s hoodies. I felt the smirk appear on my face knowing that he was watching every move I made. He always loved when I opted to wear his clothing. I took a seat on the couch next to him. I could tell his was watching me out of his peripheral. I draped my legs over his own. His hands made their way across the legs and up to my thighs. He traced circles on the sensitive skin getting further and further up my thigh. His fingers grazed the fabric over my core making my breathe hitch. I calmly got up from the couch and over to our DVD stand. “What movie do you wanna watch babe?” I ask innocently before bending over. I knew exactly what I was doing to him. Moments later I felt his bulge up against me and his fingers digging into my hips. I stood up straighter and he pulled my body closer to his chest so close could feel his hot breathe on my neck. “I rather watch my hoodie get stripped off of you.”