It was early afternoon and you were sat on the sofa watching TV as you waited for James to come downstairs. This morning he had decided that he wanted to take you out for lunch because you both hadn't been in a date together for a couple of months due to him constantly having to travel and you having to work constantly.
James had been getting ready for a while now and you were starting to wonder what could possibly be taking so long. I mean you had started getting ready at the same time as him and you had showered, done your hair, makeup and got dressed before him. All he had to do was get dressed and style his hair. How could that take nearly an hour and a half?
All of a sudden you heard grunting and banging coming from yours and James' bedroom. "What the hell is that boy doing?" You thought out loud. After a few more minutes of hearing him grunting you decided to see for yourself what was going on.
You climbed the stairs quietly, making sure he couldn't hear you and stop whatever it was that he was doing. When you reached the door of your shared bedroom you could hear him more clearly. He was grunting loudly and occasionally he would mumble "shit" and go back to grunting.
'He's not. He wouldn't. What if he is? No he's not, just look' you thought to yourself.
You pushed the door open slightly and were met with a sight that you never thought you'd see. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud at him.
James was laid on the bed only in his boxers and his jeans around his ankles, struggling to pull them up. He lifted his whole body off of the bed and tried to pull his jeans up, with no success. He then rolled onto his stomach, repeating his previous action again with no success. After trying this about 5 more times he stood up, jumped and pulled at the material, them not going any further than his knees. After watching this for a couple of minutes it was all too much for you and you let out a slight giggle.
James quickly turned around, his face turning a bright crimson colour when he saw you stood in the doorway. "Y/N, how long have you been stood there for?" He asked quickly, still trying to dress himself.
"Long enough," you replied laughing. "You seem to be having trouble here" you teased as you walked towards him.
"I am! I can't get my jeans on past my knees. I don't understand though, they fit yesterday and now they don't. Either they've magically shrunk overnight or my legs have gotten really fat overnight. Help" he pouted at you, resting his head on your shoulder and looking up at you.
"Alright," you giggled. "Take off the jeans completely and then pass them to me. I'll pull them and see if I can stretch them a little then you should be able to get them on." You reached out your hand to take them from him as he passed them to you and flopped onto the bed, exhausted from all the effort he put into trying to squeeze into the tight material.
You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled onto the waistband. As soon as you started pulling you stopped and broke out into fits of laughter. You rolled around on the bed, clutching your stomach. "What?" James asked you, poking your sides. "Y/N, seriously what's so funny?" He asked again.
You sat up, wiping your eyes and catching your breath. "James, do you want to know why YOUR jeans don't fit you?" You breathed out.
"Yes, I really don't understand why they don't" he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you.
"It's because these" you started, waving the jeans in his face "are mine" you started laughing again.
"WHAT?" He shouted in a high pitched voice, snatching the jeans out of your hands to look at them closely for himself. He held them in front of him, inspecting them from every angle. "They can't be yours, they have ripped knees on both legs like mine" he defended.
"James, look at the label on the top of the inside" you pointed to it as he read aloud.
"Topshop, Moto, Length 30, Waist... 28" he spoke quickly and quietly as he threw them back at you. (Lol that's my actual size I'm fat I know)
"Now do you believe that they're mine?" You asked him, still laughing slightly.
"Yes, why do we buy jeans practically identical to each others anyway it just begs me to get them mixed up" he defended.
"Because we both have such good taste" you answered as you stood up and kissed his lips. "Now HERE are your jeans" you spoke as you threw them at him. "I'll be downstairs, waiting for you" you giggled as you left the room.
"I'll be down in 5, I promise" he shouted as you heard him banging about again, getting dressed successfully this time.
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A/N- I UPDATED! YAY! I have no idea how I got the idea for this and its really random and I'm sorry if it was horrible. Hopefully you liked it though.
QOTD: Have you ever dyed your hair?
AOTD: Yes. I've had it pink, red, purple, brown, plum, black, ombré (but it ended up ginger) and now it's a natural brown colour.
