One Direction Preferences

Something you wear of his

Something you wear of his

HARRY: You rolled over in bed, trying to block out any sunlight what-so-ever. You eventually gave up on that task, and managed to pry yourself up and out of bed. You threw on one of Harry's tee shirts that you'd found lying on the floor. You made your way out to the kitchen where he was making breakfast. "Morning baby! I mad-" He turned to you and stopped mid sentence. He stood silently staring at you. "Baby," He took a few steps toward you before snaking his arms around your waist. "Please, wear my clothes more often."

NIALL: There is not a single one of Niall's snapbacks that you haven't tried on. From the countless amount of Yankees hats, to his Mavs hat. From his Supra hat, to his Toronto hat. It simply amazed you that a single person could own so many snapbacks. "Ni I can't reach!" You were on your tip toes reaching for his green snapback with his name embroidered on the side. He laughed and reached up and grabbed it before placing it on your head without a struggle.

ZAYN: "Babe can you bring me my jacket?" Zayn had been in the other room whilst you were getting ready. He was taking you out to lunch and then god only knows where. "What jacket?" You'd looked down at your outfit, eyeing his jean jacket you'd just slipped into. Praying to god that this wasn't the one he was looking for. It was. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room where he was. "You know what, nevermind. You...you stay in that." He bit his lip before looking you over once more. "You're so very hot, you know that?"

LOUIS: You'd been out shopping with a few of your closest friends. It'd been snowing outside, so you managed to snag one of Louis' beanies to keep you warm. "Babe?" You walked inside the flat, stomping your feet so the snow would fall off. "Hey, I was just about to call yo- woah," He paused to talk a good look at you. He smirked and took a few steps toward you. He kissed your red little nose, and flashed a small smile. "Keep it. It looks much better on you."

LIAM: "Babe where'd my shirt go?" You needed to meet with your parents in ten minutes, and couldn't find a clean shirt to wear. You could've sworn you had one laying out on the bed, but where did it go? "Here, you're going to be late. Just wear this." He handed you one of the many plaid shirts he own, helping you button it up over your tank top. "Wow," was all he could make out. You blushed as you headed for the door. "You look amazing. Hey, wear that later?" He kissed your cheek and winked, as you walked out the front door with your cheeks an even redder shade.