"I saw you eyeing my jumper at dinner. Take it."
"It's for keeps?"
"As if you ever asked me before."
I dramatically gasp. "Are you calling me a theif?"
He hums, clutching me tighter. "Yes. Sweater theif. An adorable one. That's why I am letting you do it."
"I am not returning them to you. I like them. They're comfortable, snuggly and have amazing and quirky prints. A little big on me but I still like them."
"I'm not asking you to give them back," he says, his hand sneaking under my shirt to rest on my bare stomach. "I couldn't have put them to a better use myself."
-A snippet from my unpublished (SOON TO BE PUBLISHED) Niall fanfic