Livre: One Shots

[60] under my sweatshirt

Here is a new chapter and new one shot! Sorry for the very, very long delay in updates. Hoping to be better about it soon!  Comments, votes, etc are always appreciated!  Let me know if you liked this or not! 

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Karlie Kloss had quite the predicament to handle, one she has been struggling to confront ever since she had successfully moved in with a certain blonde haired, blue eyed musician.

Karlie doesn't know exactly how or when it started, just one day she noticed that her closet seemed off, as if it was emptier. She couldn't wrap her head around it. There was no logical explanation for the mysterious void she was staring at. It couldn't be that her clothes were dirty, she just washed them yesterday. It truly boggled Karlie. However, one quick trip to the kitchen answered any and all of the questions Karlie had.

There stood her girlfriend, Taylor Swift, with one of her hands in the cookie jar and the other holding up a historical account on the scramble for Africa. She was cutely sticking her tongue out to the side and narrowed her eyes, trying to focus on the book as she blindly reached for her snack. She was perfect. Simply stating that Karlie saw both her future and her universe in the petite, yet intelligent and capable girl was the understatement of a lifetime.

Although Taylor was adorable, her beauty was not what had caught Karlie's eye when she entered the room ... Okay it was, but it wasn't the only thing Karlie promised herself.

What had truly grabbed Karlie's attention was the familiar maroon sleeves that fell down Taylor's arms like second nature, wrinkled and smushed by the sheer size that displayed that it was far too large on Taylor to actually be hers.

After a few seconds of blatantly staring at the fabric, Karlie was able to confirm her suspicions to be correct. She now knows why her closet looked different: Taylor had stolen one of her hoodies and was snuggling into it all around the house. This most likely wasn't the only one Karlie had lost to the hands of her beautiful girlfriend.

Honestly, it actually made her quite happy the first time she discovered Taylor's new favorite hobby, sneaking around the house in Karlie's recently worn hoodies and sweaters. She smiled proudly as she admired how the soft fabric fell and confirmed to Taylor's body.

I guess their similar height pays off in some ways and the thought elicited a small chuckle out of her as she walked back to her room, seeing there was nothing to actually complain about.

At least, that's what she thought at first. But Karlie was blind, and it was love that had blinded her. Or so she assumes. She fell for Taylor's adorable smile and decided to dismiss the action, but she soon realized how big of a mistake that was.

In just a mere two weeks, Karlie stood at her closet again, this time it was nearly empty. She knew Taylor liked to wear her clothes, but she didn't expect her to take every single thing she could get her hands on.

She stared at it in horror, cursing about how of course the majority of her closet was hoodies and sweaters. Jesus Christ, there was only a single one left!

Karlie wasn't sure what to do. On one hand, she really doesn't want to confront Taylor because Karlie is head over heels for her and Karlie really doesn't want to upset her in any way, shape or form that she can avoid. On the other hand, if this keeps up, Karlie will have to walk around the house with only a bra on for her top.

With a few reluctant groans, Karlie stepped out of her room and made her way towards Taylor's room down the hall to discuss the situation.

She usually doesn't enter Taylor's room, both due to how she wants to respect her privacy and how Taylor has a propensity to pop into Karlie's room or wherever she is so they can cuddle. Ergo, Karlie was not expecting the sight she came upon when entering Taylor's room. At first it was the sleeping singer, that Karlie crept past to the conjoined master closet. What she didn't expect was Taylor's closet to look like a thunderstorm that rained sweaters and hoodies. Tops thrown all across the room, some above the built in shelves, while others were under her desk. Karlie gazed in disbelief at the mess, Taylor was usually so orderly but this was not normal.