Harry: "Why did you walk here in the rain?" Harry asks, sifting through his closet to find something of his for you to wear. "I was only halfway here when it started r-raining," you shrug, a movement that quickly turns into a shiver. You're soaked to the bone from the down pour that occurred when you were walking to your boyfriend's house, and as soon as he saw you on his door step, he ushered you into the confines of his warm house. "I would have picked you up, (Y/N)," he says, picking the nearest shirt he can find and setting it on his bed next to where you're sitting, along with a pair of his boxers and a fluffy towel. "If you would have called me," he finishes. He presses a kiss to your cold forehead, helping you stand up and pushing your jacket off. "But then it wouldn't have been a surprise," you smile, despite your teeth chattering. He rolls his eyes fondly at you, peeling the t shirt from your body. He's a perfect gentleman, turning away as you take off the rest of your clothes, but he giggles lightly when hearing you stumble as you're pulling up the boxers. "Okay, you're good now," you say quietly, using the towel to dry your hair. He turns back around, stopping immediately when he sees you. His eyes trail your body, long tan legs peeking out from his black boxers, his ridiculously large flannel slipping off of your shoulder, despite you buttoning it almost all the way to the top. He grips your hips lightly in his hands, pulling you closer to him without letting his eyes leave your body. "What?" you question, pulling him from his thoughts. "Nothing," he replies, shaking his head easily. He kisses your forehead again, wrapping his arms fully around your waist. "You just look really good in my clothes, that's all."
Liam: "(Y/N)? What're you doing, love?" Liam calls from his bed, watching you stumble around his room through barely open eyes. "I'm gonna be late for work, shit, shit, shit," you mumble, trying to pull on your clothes as fast as you can. "Where is my shirt?!" you whine, clearly exasperated. "Li, have you seen my shirt?" "Calm down, babe. Just wear one of mine," he yawns. "Really?" you ask, already walking towards his closet. "Go ahead," he dismisses. You hurriedly sort through the t shirts and muscle tees hanging in his closet, finally picking out a random dark grey t shirt. You pull it over your body, watching as it falls almost down to your knee. Slipping into your shoes and throwing your bag over your shoulder, you check the time on your phone and see that you might just make it to work on time. "Okay, thanks Li. I'll be home at 5," you say, walking over to his side of the bed and pecking his already waiting lips. He puts his hand on the back of your neck, not letting you from pull away just yet. "Text me when you get to work, yeah? I love you," he says, locking gazes with you. You nod, pecking his lips again. "I love you too, but I have to go, like right now," you say, pulling away and heading towards the door. "Oh, and (Y/N)?" he asks. "What?" you say turning around quickly. "You look really hot in my shirt," he says, smirking happily. You roll your eyes, but a small smile makes its way onto your face anyway. "Goodbye, Liam."
Louis: "Louis, why is your house so cold?" you whine, rubbing your hands up and down your bare arms. Louis merely rolls his eyes at you. "It's not even cold. You're just weird," he says, smirking when you kick him lightly from across the couch. "Can't we turn the heater up?" you ask a moment later, giving him the cutest eyes you can. "Sorry love, not gonna work on me. I've got four younger sisters, remember?" he says, not even glancing twice at you before going back to his phone. You huff in defeat, pouting for a few seconds before you push yourself off the couch and go to Louis' bedroom. You return moments later, adjusting the baggy crew neck that you borrowed from your boyfriend's closet. As you sit back down on the couch you can feel Louis looking at you, but you pay him no attention and turn to the TV. "What you got there, (Y/N)?" Louis finally asks, making you turn to look at him. "Well, sincesomeone wouldn't turn the heater on," you said, raising your eyebrows. "I had to find alternate sources of warmth." "And so you stole my jumper?" he asks. You just nod at him, shrugging a little. "Come here, you," he says fondly, wrapping his fingers around one of your ankles and pulling you towards him. You giggle, not trying to get away as he pulls you in between his outstretched legs. "You look adorable," he says, kissing the top of your head and pulling you closer to him.
Niall: You wake up to the sun streaming through the black curtains in Niall's room, squinting in the bright morning light. You lift your head up from where it is on Niall's chest, turning to look up at him. He's still sleeping soundly, his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open slightly. His arms are curved tightly around your waist, making it hard for you to get up when you decide to do so. As soon as you're free from his grip, you pull the covers back up around him and kiss his forehead. You pull your crazy matted hair up into a less than cute bun and slip on one of Niall's tank tops as you leave the room and head towards the kitchen. You've just about finished breakfast when a pair of tan arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a warm solid body. "Good morning to me," Niall whispers in your ear, his voice thick with sleep. "How'd you sleep, (Y/N)?" "Good," you say, turning to look at him as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. "You?" "Good. Was a bit sad when I woke up without you in the bed, though," he admits, pressing a few kisses to your exposed shoulder. "Someone's got to make breakfast, and it's definitely not gonna be you," you giggle, turning around to face him. Niall opens his mouth like he's about to retort, but his eyes catch on your attire and he swallows quickly. He takes a small step back, slowly surveying your body in his tank top. "This mine?" he asks, feeling the material on your hips. "Maybe," you shrug, a sneaky smile on your face. He shakes his head and tugs you closer, pecking your lips and saying, "it's a good look on ya, babe."
Zayn: "Zayn?" you ask, peeking your head out of his bathroom door. "Yeah (Y/N)?" he says back, coming into sight shortly after. He grins when he sees you, towel wrapped tightly around your body, hair and skin still damp from your shower. "What do you need?" "Um...could I borrow some clothes?" you ask. "Yeah, yeah," he says, nodding quickly. "I'll be right back, sit tight babes." He winks, walking away. As promised, he returns quickly after with a few articles of clothing in his hands. "Here," he says, kissing the top of your head and tucking the clothes into your arms. You smile and thank him, stepping back into the bathroom and shutting the door. You quickly change into what he had brought you, which consisted of a long sleeved t-shirt and boxers. The boxers are a little baggy and the shirt sleeves continue far past your hands, but they're warm and they smell like your boyfriend: a mixture of cigarettes, peppermint, and just pure Zayn. You walk out of the bathroom and over to where Zayn is laying on the bed, playing on his phone. "Hey," he says, glancing up at you quickly, and going back to his phone. He turns back to you less than a second later, clicking his phone off and setting it down on the table next to him and letting his eyes trail up and down your body. Your cheeks are tainted pink under his gaze, and you look down at your toes shyly. He nods, giving your body one last look. "I approve," he says, grabbing your hand to pull you onto the bed next to him.
