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Sweaters

Liam: I cuddled in bed with one of Liam’s sweaters that he has left behind for me when he left, knowing that it was one of the only things that could comfort me when he was away. He was coming back soon, but lately I had been missing him more and more. The stale cologne and warmth put me to sleep when I needed help, but so did his voice. I dialed his number quickly hoping he would answer, smiling as he answered sleepily. “Hello?” “Hey baby, I just wanted to hear you.” I say wrapping the bottom of his sweater around my knees, laying down more. “Can’t sleep?” He asks as I nod, resting my head on his pillow. I laid quietly listening to him talk until I had fallen asleep, stale cologne stinging my nostrils, but the sting was worth the sleep I got, and the vision of him that came soon after.

Louis: All day the kids had been bugging Louis to take them to the park and play on the jungle gyms, get pushed on the swings, and build castles in the sand. I knew Louis was tired, but I asked him in my sweetest manner, “Lou, I know you’re tired babe, but could you please take them? I’ll have dinner done by the time you get back, okay?” I pout, rubbing his shoulder gently in circles. He stared at me for a second before giving in, and getting up, the kids seeming to perk up at his movement. “Oh babe, make sure you grab their sweaters, it’s chilly out.” I remind him as he nods and smiles softly, tugging sweaters over our daughter and our son who protested weakly against him. “Alright guys, let’s go to the park.” He says slipping his own sweater on, kissing me quickly before leaving with them to the park, and me alone with the house.

Niall: “We look ridiculous.” Niall laughs, tugging at the itchy material clinging to his chiseled chest, and toned arms. I had bought matching sweaters today, thinking it was a cute idea. Niall had another idea about them. They had different patterns on the front, sleeves a solid color. “Come on babe, they’re cute.” I pout, pulling the waist of it down to my belt loop of my jeans. Looking them over, he raises an eyebrow after a minute and taps his lip. “Well, I guess they’re not that bad. After a washing I suppose they’ll be softer.” He say tugging at the material again. Smiling I hug him closely, kissing his cheek. “See I knew your like them.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead, nodding. “You did a good job babe, but I’m washing mine first.” He says tugging it off. Smirking I nod, “I’m alright with that.”

Zayn: “What is that?” I ask Zayn as he walks up to my front porch, a big red-nosed reindeer plastered on the front of his obvious holiday sweater. “What?” He chuckles hopping up the few stairs to meet me, pressing his lips to my own. “Why did you kill Rudolph?” I ask making him laugh and shake his head. “Babe, I’m just trying to get into the spirit of the holidays, what better way than wearing holiday clothing?” He asks, pouting his bottom lip, probably upset that I didn’t give him the reaction he wanted. “Why did you choose to wear it on date night? You know there is no way I’m letting you leave the house like this.” I say making him frown, asking a questioning why. “Well I don’t think that it’ll look right. There’s a few of your shirts upstairs, could you change before we leave for dinner?” I ask as he continues to pout and nod. “Can I wear it after?” He asks hopefully. “You can wear it around the house. And if I’m not around you.” I laugh making him chuckle and smile gleefully. “That’s an offer I’m willing to take.”

Harry: “Babe?! Y/N, have you seen my sweater?!” He calls from the closet, clothes flying into the bed behind him. “Which sweater?” I ask looking down at the ‘Runaway’ sweater I had put on this morning to keep me nice and warm throughout the day. “My Runaway sweater. I wanted to wear it on my jog.” He says pouting at me once he had come out, after I pulled the blanket up to cover the letters. “Well it’s got to be somewhere around her Haz.” I say, pretending to paw through the clothes in search of the clothing that was on my body. I looked up after a minute, seeing him smiling at me, shaking his head. “You’re a thief.” He remarks climbing in bed snuggling up to me. “It looked warm so I took it.” I pout apologetically. “It’s alright love,” he smiles crawling under the covers, spooning me, “I didn’t really want to run anyways.”