It's a drabble in which Phil steals Dan's hoodie.
Hoodie
"Phil, have you seen my grey hoodie with the—" I heard Dan say from the hallway before entering the lounge I was so peacefully sitting in, watching TV, "—horns?" he finished as he poked his head into the room. "Oh."
I tried to look like I didn't know what he was talking about, even though I knew I was caught.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Nothing," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact as I sank down in my seat.
"Why are you wearing my hoodie?"
"I'm not."
"Okay. I know you're a bad liar, Phil," Dan began as he walked into the room to stand right in front of me, "but lying about something I can see you are currently doing… That's a whole new level I didn't know existed." He smirked and crossed his arms against his chest, his eyebrows raised. He looked more like a teacher who'd just caught a student sticking gum underneath his chair than my flatmate.
"It's cold," I muttered as I tried to hide my blush in the fabric of the warm comfy hoodie.
"I know! Why do you think I was looking for it?"
I shrugged in response.
"Phiil!" he whined loudly. "Get out of it!"
"You can take one of mine then. It's too cold to get out now."
With only a loud groan, he turned around and walked back out.
I smiled to myself, flipped the hood over my head, and leaned back against the sofa cushions to make myself more comfortable beneath my blanket.
"Happy?" Dan demanded once he entered the lounge once again, giving me a slight shock in the progress.
I smiled when I saw him wearing my green university hoodie. "Happy."
"You better be…" he mumbled as he harshly plopped down beside me.
"Come here and I'll give you cuddles, grumpy." I grinned and opened my arms to invite him in.
"Fine," he breathed out before leaning against me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso and squeezed him gently. A smile spread across my face when I looked down at him.
Dan tipped his head backwards so he was looking me in the eyes. "You do look kinda cute in mine though," he pointed out with a shy smile.