a/n: Helloooooooo! How are you guys??? I hope you’re all doing well during these tough times. ❤️ I wrote this ages ago and never posted it, it’s one of my favourite fluff I’ve written and I hope you’ll like it as much as I do! 🥺 Anyway who doesn’t love a little bit of Fratboy!Harry huh?? 😌
“Told you, you should have grabbed a coat.”
You are shivering, your arms wrapped tight around yourself. Your eyes are screwed up against the cold but, somehow, you still manage to send a glare in your boyfriend’s direction. You have been outside for about fifteen minutes while Harry watches you try your hardest to stay warm — your breaths turning to white mists.
You rub your arms and it makes Harry wonder why you agreed to sit outside with them. You shuffle closer, tugging on his hoodie.
Your lips push out in a slight pout; Harry hates how cute you looked when you do that. You play with the zip of his hoodie, tugging it up then down. “Let me in.”
“Why don’t you go back inside?” Harry asks again. It is useless, you are already holding the hoodie open so you can shuffle forward and slide your cold arms around his waist. Harry jolts a little as a cold cheek bumps against his neck. He can feel your hand bunching up his shirt at the small of his back.
“Zip up,” you say in a whisper.
Harry huffs slightly, “Babe, you’ll stretch it.” Again, it’s useless too because he’s already tugging the sides of the hoodie around you. His fingers fumble with the zip for a moment before it catches and he tugs it up, encasing you both. You let out a pleased sound and tighten your arms around his waist.
Niall lets out a chuckle, “Why didn’t you bring a coat? You’ll stretch it doing that.”
You lift your head to say, “It’s big enough!” Which is true really, though it might never fit quite the same again.
“Needed your snugly blanket, did you?” Elena asks. “I texted Sarah, she’s on her way with your coat.”
“Thanks,” you sigh into the gap beneath Harry’s chin. It takes twenty minutes before Sarah, your room-mate, joins you with hot coffee and your coat. Harry takes it and places it on a chair beside the table where you all sit. You hum against his neck and the warmth in the hoodie is hot.
You’ll never admit it, but you love the smell of Harry’s hoodies. Like minty chewing gum, Tom Ford and a lot like him. The smell of his shampoo engulfing you when you pull the hood up and you can smell the lingering perfume of Harry’s scent that clings to the material even after it has been washed.
They are soft too, his hoodies – you love it – and worn because you never chose the new ones. You have never been interested in them when they are still stiff to the touch and will not wear them until that new store smell gets replaced by Harry’s own.
It is the same scent that clung to everything in his room. It is slowly building up in yours too but it isn’t quite there yet. It is fine though, because you can get your fix whenever you rub the soft material of a sleeve or a hood against your nose. You inhale deeply, wondering if this is what a junkie felt like getting their fix.
You find a comforting warmth in Harry’s scent; love breathing in with your nose against his neck. You tend to use the hoodie as a breathing mask while you watch a movie. Even when Harry is close enough to smell in the flesh like he is now, rubbing his fingers on your ankles where your feet rest in his lap.
“What are you doing under there? Not sucking your thumb are you?” Niall throws some popcorn in your direction and it bounces off the hoodie. “You are such a baby with your snugly blanket.”
The hood over your mouth and nose making the ‘Shut up!’ you sent his way, muffled.
You burrow yourself further under the hoodie, seeing Harry’s lips curve upwards out of the corner of your eye and feeling a hand squeeze your ankle.
You will wear the hoodies whenever it is a little cold in your flat — you hide your hands in the sleeves and tug the hood up over your hair. You curl your legs up to your chest after sitting down and stretch the hoodie down over your knees so it encases you in a little ball.
Harry always makes a face and complains that you are stretching it but he never makes you stop.
You tug them right up to your neck and pull the material up high to cover your mouth and nose while you watch TV, or when you are studying, so you can smell Harry. Your friends always poke fun at you by the way your voice is muffled, so you have to tug the material down, irritated that they force you to remove the breathing mask and repeat what you said.
You never have to pull away from Harry.
When you want to tease him, you’ll play with the zip, tugging it up and down with a slow grin sliding across your face. Harry will notice and you can tell because the tips of his ears go a little pink. Then it’s slow torture waiting until you can get away and Harry can play with that zip himself.
As a rule, you hang on to each hoodie for at least a few days – normally one Harry has become quite attached to. Once it is warm and worn in, you steal it off to use as a blanket or a pillow. You pull them on your frame, letting the slightly baggy sleeves hang over your hands and occasionally chew on the drawstrings dangling off the hood.
You like to wear them to bed when it’s too cold and the chosen hoodie is the first thing you slip into when you and Harry are entwined in bed.
Niall loves to tease you when you stay at theirs and you dart down the hallway, legs bare and sticking out from under the hoodie as you go to the kitchen for a snack or to the bathroom before disappearing back into Harry’s room.
“Just because Harry’s clothes are almost dress size on you doesn’t mean they are appropriate to wear like that!” He calls, as you shuffle past, stuffing a piece of toast in your mouth. You sent him a glare from under the hood before your middle finger is flipped upwards and you disappear into Harry’s room.
You’re wearing one of them now. Even though it’s not cold, the hood is pulled up over your hair. You have both hands jammed into the pockets – it looks ridiculously large. You’re outside on the swings next to the apartment complex.
“It’s cold,” you complain, tightening the hood of the hoodie.
“Is not,” Harry says. He’s sitting on one of the swings, rocking gently back and forth with you standing in front of him. He rocks forward and nudges your leg with his foot. “Wanna go to McDonalds?”
“No, I want fries.” You tug the sleeves of the hoodie down over your hand and Harry frowns.
“Baby, you’re gonna stretch it.” You make a face and grab the bottom of the hoodie. Lifting the hem, you step forward and bring it down over Harry’s head, trapping him inside the material. One of Harry’s feet kicks out, startled. Inside the hoodie, he kisses your stomach.
Mouths meet, smile and shift with the wet slide of tongue and hot moist steam of breath. You’re both wearing hoodies tonight, pulled up over messy hair and the material blocks out the rest of the world as it dampens the sound of your kisses.
You sit cross legged on his bed, somewhat swaying to the music playing lowly. Your knees bump and fingers dig into skin and curl into soft sweatshirt material as your lips touch.
Eventually there’s a knock on the door and you have to pull back a little. Sitting up properly, Harry pushes your hood back. Your face is flushed, your eyes smiling.
You knock on Harry’s door before entering.
“You were quiet tonight,” it’s not a question. It’s Friday night, meaning you all went out to have a drink and he’d barely said a word. You had a small argument in the morning. You weren’t an overly jealous person but Harry had been asked to tutor Jenny, and had it been anyone else you wouldn’t have said anything but not her – you know she has the biggest crush on him and unfortunately for her, you have heard a lot of the things she says about him along with the nasty comments she makes about you.
Harry usually likes when you are jealous, but this time you went a little far and it felt like you didn’t trust him at all. He is leaning back on his bed, resting against the pillows he has stacked up against the headboard. “You were too,” he counters, eyeing the hoodie you are wearing – he was wearing it this morning.
You have the hood pulled up and your hair slides down on either side of your face. You bite a gummy worm in half, tugging on the end. “A little bit.”
Harry’s mouth twists and he shrugs. He sits up, reaching out to tug on your wrist. You slide forward against his side, pushing your face into his neck.
Harry tugs a little on the hoodie. “I like this one,” you whisper, lips moving against his neck.
“You slut!” You barely had time to turn around that hot coffee was spilled on your shirt. You shrieked, jumping up from your seat. “Who do you think you are, huh? You think you can just sleep with someone’s boyfriend?”
“What the hell?” You tried patting yourself dry, before looking up at the girl. You knew her from your literature class, she was nice, at least that’s what you thought. “I didn’t sleep with your boyfriend.”
“I saw you leave his dorm,” she moved towards you, “Listen to me, you homewrecker, you better go spread your legs somewhere else, am I making myself clear?” She slapped you on the cheek. You surged towards her, but you were held back by two arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back towards your table.
You huffed. “I didn’t sleep with your boyfriend you psycho, I was studying with his roommate.” You didn’t let her respond, you turned around before sitting back down. “What’s wrong with people, seriously?”
“It’s kinda funny considering she slept with his brother like a month ago,” Elena laughed but stopped as soon as you sent her a glare.
“I don’t give a shit about who’s cheating on who, I’m gonna freeze my tits off because of her! No way I’m sharing my notes with her again.” You took off your jumper knowing you had a shirt underneath it.
“Here,” you looked up as Harry was taking a hoodie out of his bag, “you can wear it.”
You thanked him and slipped it on. Harry and you weren’t necessarily close, you barely even talked. He had moved in with Niall a while ago but never hung out with your group of friends until recently. All you knew about him was the stuff your old roommate had told you and they weren’t the nicest.
When you got to class after your eventful lunch, you pulled the hood of the sweater up. It felt weirdly comforting to have the cosy material wrapped around you. When you inhaled, you could smell Harry all around you.
He’d never admit it, but Harry loves the smell of his clothes after you’ve been wearing them. Like how it smell of your body wash and the moisturiser you wear, your perfume and just a lot like you. It fills his nose when he pulls up the hood and when he reaches into his pocket, he finds a half finished pack of sweets.
Your smell reminds Harry of home and the countless hours curled up watching TV; of falling asleep with him nosing at your neck.
You will keep a hoodie for a few days before abandoning it for one that Harry has made his own. Then he will find it, draped over a chair or lying on the sofa and he will slip it on and pull the hood up, inhaling deeply.
He always complains, but really, you don’t stretch them all that much.
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