“Ugh…no I’ll buy a new one, I planned on going in here anyway..” I quickly spat out before rushing into the store.

Taking a deep breathe as I stepped into the store, I grabbed a sweetheart crop, and a oversized cardigan. Just as a buy now and ask the store clerk to change into them thing. As I walked over, I could see Harry on the side glaring, but I quickly shook the thought. If he knew it was me, he would leave. It’s the right thing to do.

Gliding my hands over the clothes, I tried looking for something club worthy. I was always the one who loved something different, so something different would be nice. As I continued to glide my hands through the racks, they stopped when I felt a satin material. Yanking it out, It was a Disco All in One. Tucking in with the rest of the clothes at hand, I walked over to the shoe rack where Harry stood. Picking out my size of the cutest Lolly skinny heel sandal, I peered up to see him simply standing there, with his hands tucked behind his back.

“Harry, there’s no reason why you should stay. Unless you’re buying something.” I sort of growled, standing up to look him in the eyes.

“I’m doing you a favor.”

My eyes shooting over to his. “Please…I don’t need any favors. Even if I did it sure as hell wouldn’t be from you.” Asshole.

Fuck you, and your handsome self. You would think the infamous Harry Styles would be a little more intuitive in knowing when it was his time to go. BUT NOO. It just irks me that I have to deal with that, and as much as I wouldn’t.. I have to.

Shaking my thoughts out of my head, I rush over to the dressing room, awaiting some associate to help me to a dressing room. Waiting there seemed like forever, but I finally spotted a saleswoman.

“How many do you guys have sweetheart?” What guys.

“Um…I just have 4…I don’t…” Disregarding my sentence she went over to the wall rack, picking out a blank card.

“The couples dressing room is right here hun..” She smiled, but I was quite confused. Confused as I was, I quickly got it all pieced together when Harry and I were tossed into a couples dressing room.

“Oh god…I’m leaving.” I scrambled for my clothes, and walked over to the door. Instead of leaving like I wanted to I was blocked.

“Just change. I won’t look..”

“I’ll change once you’re done.” I huffed, as I plopped my self on the bench in the corner of the room, as he pulled his shirt off from his back collar.

Averting my eyes, I had to stop myself from gazing at his beautiful body. Fumbling around with the clothes I had at hand. Don’t look up, just think of other things. Like…

“Does this look good?” My eyes shot up to his, and then back down to what he had tried on. The sweater looked so familiar….Wait…that’s the sweater that Harry gave me at the airport.

“I can give you back yours…” I bit my lip, trying to hold back the hurt I felt. He gave me all these mixed signals, and as soon as I attempted to get over him, he’s back in my life again.

“I told you to keep it. At least maybe next time when you’re snogging one of my best mates he’ll know who had you first.” I rolled my eyes at the thought. I didn’t have feelings for Niall…it was just an impulse.

“Don’t start. At least I’m not shagging every girl that comes along.” I stood up beside him, no longer caring if he had to see me undress. Lowering my pants I quickly stepped into the All in One.

“I can do whatever the hell I want..” He glared, as I unclasped my bra. He gaze soon falling onto my breasts. Pulling the straps up, I smoothed out the material rather seductively. Just hearing him fidget, and fluster, made me giggle.

“So can I…” Pausing momentarily, I turned towards him, smoothing out his shirt with my palms. “I can kiss, snog, date, and even shag whoever I want. I didn’t think I had to ask you for permission.”

I peered up to seem him staring, watching as my hands glided over his shirt, and how his face never dared to show emotion. But I could see him, the real him. The softie, the one who wore his heart on his sleeve, just like I did. The kid who only wanted to be accepted, but instead is the one people stray away from. He only wanted to be loved, and as much as he tried to act like an asshole which is 99% of the time, that 1 percent he had left…that’s the percent I fell in lov…wait…no I just…I just feel bad. He needs, you know a friend.

Scaring myself from my own thoughts, I changed quicker than I ever had, and rushed out of the dressing room. Harry still just standing in the dressing room, as I rushed over to the counter.

“H-Hi…Um I’ll buy these three and um yea in a rush….So…Swipy swipy my credit card, and I’ll be on my way.”

“Ok mam, I need a form of identification, and in a few minutes you’ll be on your way.” She chuckled at my anticipation.

“And…we’re done. I hope you had a wonderful day shopping at…”

“OK bye! Thanks again” I waved at her before rushing out the door.

About to run out, I look down and totally forget that I had a still stained coffee shirt. Running back, and attempting not to fall over in my heels, I run towards the cashier.

“Back again, so soon love?”

“UH…well you see, coffee stained shirt, can I change into the clothes I bought?”

“Sure thing sweetie, go in the same room you came out of, it should be empty.”

Not caring about anything else, I quickly run back into the room, locking it behind me. Sinking to the floor, I let out a deep sigh.

Harry, coffee stained shirt, Stefan asking me out, Actually saying yes, becoming an angel, catwalk, kissing Niall…this was all too much.

“You alright there love, thought I scared you off..” Jumping at the sound of his voice. I shot him a glare, but couldn’t seem to keep an angry face. He was just perfect. His elbows rested on his knees, as he watched me intently.

“You wish..” I scoffed, standing up, and pulling out the previously bought items. Ripping off the tags, I wiggled out of my shirt, and leaned down to put on my crop.

Within seconds I was pushed against the wall, Harry’s hot breath hitting my cheek as he stood all to close to me.

Pushing my glasses above my head, he traced his fingers along the big red blotch on my chest, making me wince. A tear sliding down my cheek, due to the immensity of the still burnt area, he quickly swiped it away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…” He looked down at me lovingly.

“It wasn’t your fault, I bumped into you..”

“That’s not what I meant. The coffee was an accident.” He huffed, before picking up his belongings and exiting the dressing room.

Quickly changing, and coming out, I noticed he was long gone.

And so was my chance to say goodbye.

Notes

LOOONNNGG CHAPTER? i think so...



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