Harry Styles' Personal Spy

Part 17

I've been waiting 30 minutes for Cindy scrolling through twitter and Instagram. Where the hell is she? My dinner with Harry is in a half hour.

Then I hear knocking on my door. I look through the peephole to see an especially eager Cindy. I let her in and am bombarded with a bear hug.

"OMG! When I came into the business, I didn't know I'd be getting you ready for a date with HARRY STYLES!" she screamed the last part.

"Calm down. One of the boys could be listening." I say shushing her.

"Right. Sorry." She says putting down a huge bag with who knows what in it.

"What's in there?" I ask going to the bag.

"Some things to get you ready for your date." She replied unzipping it.

"You mean a blowtorch." I say looking at a nearby mirror.

"Are you kidding me? You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my life." She said.

"Oh stop it." I reply.

She pulls out flat irons, curling irons, brushes, makeup and all sorts of beauty supply.

"You do know that my date is in 30 minutes?" I say looking at her.

"I know." She says without looking up.

"How do you propose I'll be ready in time?" I say stepping closer.

She lifts her head. "I got this." She says with a smirk.

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"Perfect. Cute but casual so it doesn't seem like you tried that hard." Cindy says. Seems as if she has experience.

She looked me up and down with her icy blue eyes for any last minute touch ups.

"Excellent." She says turning back around to her beautifying bag, while flipping her dirty blonde hair. "You're ready."

I looked at the mirror to what she did. She had curled my hair with loose curls and put light makeup other than a very light smoky eye. I was dressed in a mint green cardigan, black jeans, and white lace shirt. And of course with black open toe heels with a mint green bow and an adorable black fedora.

"You know, you should really be a fashion designer." I say turning to get a good look at myself.

"Oh please. I'm an amateur." Cindy said modestly.

"I'm serious. I actually look nice for once." I say turning to her with a smile.

"You always look gorgeous Sarah." She said.

"Someone's trying to kiss my butt." I say. "Alright now get out. Harry will be here any second."

"Okay! Have fun on your date!" She says scurrying out the door with the huge bag.

I sit down and start to scroll through all the social networks. Somebody knocks on the door and I get up immediately. I open it to see Harry with a plain white tee, black jeans, and a blazer. Simple but effective. Did I quote that from Harry? I should seriously stop going onto Instagram.

"Wow." Harry says awestruck. "You look amazing."

His words turned my cheeks into a bright pink. "You don't look half bad either." I reply.

He smirks then moves to the side for me to walk. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I said closing the door and walking towards the elevator.

He comes behind me and we walk into the elevator without a word. He just stares at me. I keep looking down not wanting to meet his eyes (or to let him see me blush). I look for a second and see him smiling.