'Couldn't avoid me any longer hey?' Harry's snarky tone drips from his lips, softly curling into a devilish smirk.
'Don't you have anything better to do?' I huff exasperatedly.
Harry looks at me with dangerously innocent eyes, replying sweetly, 'I c...
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(Avery's outfit^)
Avery's POV
The steam filters out of the bathroom as I step into my bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around my body and wet hair. My feet patter over to my cupboard, opening it wide so I could find an outfit for tonight. I quickly glance at my clock, seeing I only had 30 minutes left to get ready.
The cafe was within walking distance of my apartment, so I'd made it home in record time. But I'd spent about 25 minutes standing under the boiling water of my shower, crying my eyes out. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. After Harry dropped me home over a week ago, I wasn't able to properly cry. I felt numb, almost in disbelief that it was real. Then all week I've just been blocking it out, trying to focus on anything but the impending threat of being called.
But as usual, talking to my friends brought everything to the surface, crashing down the unstable walls I'd hastily fortified.
I quickly shake my head, knowing I needed to focus on getting ready. My hands shuffle through my clothes, moving coathangers to the side to try and piece together an outfit. I grab one of my dresses, feeling the silky fabric and pulling it out. I open my draw and quickly pick out some pretty black lace underwear. I unwind the towel from my body, keeping my other towel still wrapped around my hair, and carefully slip on the items of clothing.
I make my way back into the bathroom and bend over slightly, removing the second towel and shaking it through my hair. I quickly pull out my blow dryer and fix up the wet mess, letting it rest in natural waves around my shoulders. I apply some light makeup to my face, liking my skin to feel natural, but making my eyes more dramatic. I softly brush over my eyelids, creating a subtle smokey-eye with a touch of black glitter, making my blue eyes pop. I run mascara over my thick lashes and apply some lip gloss, making my lips look even fuller.
Satisfied with my work, I stroll back into my bedroom, reaching down next to my cupboard for my knee-high white cowboy boots, tugging them on gently. I stand up, giving myself a once over in the mirror. My emerald green dress stops just above my mid thigh, revealing a nice gap before my boots start. The thin silk hugs my curves, while the delicate shoestring straps hang low on my chest, being the only thing preventing my dangerously low-cut dress from slipping.
A knock sounds from my front door, making me flinch and glance towards the door. I look back at my mirror, staring myself in the eyes and holding my own gaze, unblinking. You can do this Avery. I take a deep breath and quickly walk to my cupboard, grabbing my leather jacket and folding it over my arm, while my other arm slings a black crossbody bag over one shoulder. I make my way out of my room, quickly walking towards the front door.
When I reach the wood I force my shoulders back, appearing way more confident than I am and turn the handle, swinging the door open.
Harry's head is bent down, his long brown hair perfectly tousled, while he stares at his clasped hands. His black shirt hangs loosely around his frame, the buttons only half done up, exposing his intricate tattoos and silver chain.
