I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 30

| Lacey's POV |

"What about this one?" Harry held out a glittery pink dress. We were currently at Top Shop picking out something for me to wear to dinner.

"Harry, it's covered in glitter and its pink," I giggle. I continue to search through racks of dresses.

Harry sighs. "Well I don't know. Why does it even matter? We're just going to eat," he groans and puts the hideous dress back.

I keep shifting through dresses and I see a deep red one that catches my eye. I pull it out to examine it. It's a strapless dress with a heart-shaped neck line. It's tight fitting at the top and then around mid-waste there is a black belt. Coming from that the shirt goes out a little bit. I turn to Harry. "Do you like this one?" I ask, holding it up to me. He nods.

"Yeah, you should try it on to make sure it fits," I go into the dressing room and change out of the sweats and t-shirt I was wearing into this small dress. I turn around to look in my reflection. The hem is very short, it shows off the scars on my thighs. I could just get rights to cover it up, I thought. I then looked down at my wrists and mentally face palmed. There is no way I could wear this dress and not have him see my scars. I look in the reflection once more to see how I look, disregarding my scars for the moment. This dress was obviously made for someone a little more busty than I. If I wear a strapless dress, I'm going to need to keep pulling it up all night, not to mention it's even too baggy up top. "Fuck," I mutter.

"Everything all right in there?" Harry asks from outside the door. I didn't realize he was just standing there.

"Um, yeah. This dress isn't right. I need a different one," I say.

"Could I at least see that one?" He questions.

"I already took it off," I lied. I can't show him this dress; he can't know what I do to myself.

"Oh, alright. I'll start looking for something else." I hear him walk away and back towards the other dresses. I sigh and slip this dress of and get back into my sweats-Harry's sweats.

We have continued searching through dresses for the past five minutes, laughing at how ugly some of them are. Harry holds out this vibrant yellow dress covered in reflective sequins and we both start dying of laughter. I continue searching and see a white floral one and pull it out. It has long sleeves so that is very good and the hem line doesn't seem too short so this is already much better. (Dress is in the sidebar or if you're reading on mobile it's on the top) I show it to Harry and he says to try it on, so I do just that.

I stare at myself in the mirror and, for once, I believe I look surprisingly decent. The dress hugs my hips nicely, accentuating my butt and breasts. It even compliments my skin tone to make me seem tanner.

"How's this one?" Harry calls in.

"It's good, I like it," I reply. I sound surprised that I am actually being truthful. I have never liked my appearance but, for once, I do.

"May I see?" He asks. I take a deep breath and open the door and walk out. I look up at Harry, waiting to hear his criticism. He is staring at my body. His eyes raking up and down. A look is in his eyes that I've never seen before. His pupils dilate and his eyes turn a dark green, almost black. I awkwardly stand there and shuffle my feet. He hasn't said anything and I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

"Do you like it?" I meekly ask.

"Like it? Lacey, I love it!" He finally says. "We are definitely getting this one." I was surprised to say the least. I wasn't expecting to get such nice feedback.

"Are you sure? I didn't check how expensive it is..." I trailed off, looking for the price tag.

"Yes I'm sure. It doesn't matter how much it costs, I have plenty of money to spend. Don't worry." This makes me even more curious as to what he does for a living.