i am going to do a preference! here is my first one! :) Preference: You borrow his clothes Harry: Im heading out, Haz, you holler from the doorway, his beanie resting on top of your hair. You didnt tell him about wearing it, but surely, hed understand. Its bitter outside, and would he want your ears to freeze? Probably not. Alright, Harry replies, his footsteps announcing his arrival. He glances at you and nods, but as he turns to the side, he pauses. Are you planning on keeping that? A smile creeps onto his face and you let out a squeal as Harry bounds at you, snatching you up in a hug. He doesnt remove the beanie however. Maybe you could keep it? Niall: You tiptoe past the television hoping Niall wont notice you, but it turns out the chances of that are slim. Y/N? Niall asks whilst checking you out, and its evident hes holding back chuckles. The night before you had slept over, but had forgotten to pack extra clothes. Youre still dressed in your pajama bottoms which are a pair of grey cotton shorts, but Nialls raglan t-shirt hangs off your shoulders. I.. uh, thought maybe you wouldnt mind? you offer, smiling at him. He shrugs. You look better than me in that old thing. Niall winks at you. Liam: Liams plaid shirt hangs down to your thighs, the sleeves rolled up several times to fit you. It was on the bed once you had woken up. Hed written a small note see you when youre ready x and had already picked out your jeans to match. You look lovely, as usual, Liam notes as you meet him in the hall. Notice anything out of place? you bait, swinging the soft fabric around your hips. Liam cocks his head to the side, jutting out his lower lip like he has to consider the question. Hmm... is it your hair? he counters, fixing your collar. Very funny, dear. Louis: It needs something else, Louis comments of your outfit, inspecting your appearance. Am I taking advice from the boy who wore red trousers for a year? you snort. Besides, you dont think you look terrible. Cute, actually. At least I admitted that was an accident, he snickers. You whip around and hit his chest with the back of your hand. Lou, your sass is showing, you warn, shaking your head. Louis smiles and removes his denim jacket, draping it over your shoulders. There, he says. You smile and insert your arms into the sleeves. Zayn: How long has this been stashed away? you question Zayn, holding up one of his letterman jackets with the M specked with random bits of dirt. He scratches the back of his neck and laughs. Oh gosh, I think there was a reason we let that one go. You dont find it half bad and put it on, the cuffs swallowing your hands whole. But I think you should definitely hold onto it, Zayn proposes, admiring your look. Its cozy and smells of him, so why not? When the next tour jumps out at you, itll make good company. You pull the jacket tighter around yourself. Tell me what you think should i do more? ~Curly
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 08:46:21 +0000
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