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Me: *gets jealous* Me: chill

Me: *overthinks* Me: chill

"I always have these weird talks and hangouts with @luke5sos

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Niall saw it - his UCLA sweatshirt - when he picked his head off the pillow, and he had to clear his mind for a moment before twisting his fingers into your hair and rubbing his knuckles against your scalp. 

"Is that my jumper?" he questioned with a boisterous laugh on his breath, watching you squeal and try to bat his hands away as you managed to lift your head off his beating heart. 

You leaned over him and followed his line of direction. Your hair was falling a bit into his eyes, but he could still see the obvious blue fabric that was tucked into a section of your opened closet, glaring straight at its former owner. 

When you didn’t answer, Niall dug his fingers more prominently into your ribs and waited until you giggled and started kicking your legs about. “Did you steal me jumper, you little minx?” 

"I didn’t steal it!" you promised, trying to hook your ankle around his when he got you onto your back with his knees bracketed on either side of your hips. "It was cold that night when I left, I had to, but I didn’t steal it!" 

Niall kept his hands on your sides for a few moments longer, wanting to make sure you were out of breath with your hair messily fanning against your forehead before he leaned in and rubbed his stubble against the side of your face until it elicited a gasp from your parted lips.

"Glad you took it," he whispered, mouth positioned directly over your pulse point. "Your nose gets all runny when you’re cold and it’s kin’ of gross," he teased. 

You pushed up against his chest and when he gave you some slack, you wound your arms around his neck and used him as a leverage to meet his mouth. He was smiling against your chapstick, his own lips pink and slightly chapped. You twisted your fingers in the sweatshirt he had been wearing then, a dark fabric with a hoodie attached. 

"Are you going to steal this one, too?" he asked a moment later after pulling himself away from your kiss. "Why are ya so fascinated with it all of a sudden?"