4. "You like wearing my stuff, huh?"
"Come on, Y/N!" Reiss shouted, "We gotta go!"
You huffed, still looking for a top to go with your jeans, "One sec! I'm coming!"
He chuckled to himself, "That's what you said 10 minutes ago!"
He went to the kitchen to get himself a drink, getting a dark feeling he was gonna be here for a while...maybe he should've woken you up earlier.
You flapped you're hands around the room, throwing white tops, black, red, yellow, slogan tops everywhere, but none of them were satisfying your jeans today for some reason.
You were kinda rushing cause you knew Reiss wanted to go now, so you threw on a white t-shirt.
"Okay, it's cold outside though. So I need a hoodie..." you moaned, face planting.
Reiss heard the chester draws upstairs closed, followed by your footsteps down the stairs.
He stopped and stared at you when you came into the room, giving him a small twirl.
"Is that mine?" He asked, tilting his head.
You nodded, "Your stuff is so comfortable!!!!"
He shook his head and laughed, "You like wearing my stuff, huh?"
You hummed as he laughed again, grabbing the keys and finally making it outside. He loved it when you wore his stuff, because it smelt like his cologne and basically told other guys to back the hell away from you.
He smiled to himself, then scooped you up and ran.
"Reiss!!!!!"
"This is to make up lost time!" He giggled.
A/N: this is for @Memphis-Depay10
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