Now that the shock of being told I don’t have to carry my rapist’s child is over, I CAN’T BELIVE I KISSED HARRY. I hadn’t even thought about it, I was just so happy and I did it! I mean, I think he understands that it was unintentional, it was just a spur of the moment thing, right? But still! The worst part? I’m not sure how I feel about it. I tell myself that I want to remain ‘just friends’ but, do I? Though I guess it doesn’t really matter, whether I like him or not wouldn’t change the fact that I’m not all too significant in his life.
That was four days ago, I haven’t seen him since then but he did call me a couple nights ago to ask if I wanted to go to some celebrity party with him and the boys. Most girls my age would be freaking out, me however? It’s okay but it’s no big deal.
The party’s tonight, Harry will be here in a little over an hour to get me. I walk over to my closet and look for something nice… Nothing. Would you believe that I don’t have a single dress? It’s not that I’m against dresses, I’ve just never had a purpose for one.
I run downstairs and into my dad’s office where he’s sitting and working. “Dad, I don’t have a dress to wear to that party thingy tonight, should I just call and tell him I can’t go?”
“No! You can’t cancel, you have to go! Do you have time to go get one?”
“No, he’s gonna be here in an hour.”
“You didn’t think to look for a dress before now?”
“…No.”
He sighed then stood up, “Follow me.” I followed him into his bedroom, then to his second walk in closet, (his room has two). I’ve been in my dad’s room but I’ve never investigated anything.
“What’s in here?”
“All of your mother’s things, I never got rid of them.” He opened the door and flipped on the light then gestured for me to go in. I did.
The closet was huge. The far end had shoes lined up to the ceiling, the whole right side was blouses, skirts, and pants, and the left side was accessories and dresses. There were all different kinds of dresses too: long ball gowns, short party dresses, some in between. A red one caught my eye, it went down to mid-thigh and had only one strap that crossed diagonally across one shoulder and had a rose print on the strap. It was the perfect dress, classy, flirty, yet not over the top.
“I’ll let you try it on,” dad said as he closed the door. I pulled off my lazy clothes and slipped it on. It was about one size too big but it still fit. It felt odd wearing a dress but I liked it just the same.
“Okay dad!” I shouted. He opened the door and raised his eyebrows.
“Very pretty, an excellent choice. What about shoes? Or Jewelry?”
Fortunately I had already curled my hair and pinned up most of it in the back. I looked over at my adopted mom’s jewelry collection. I spotted a pretty black diamond bracelet with matching earrings and put them on, then headed towards the shoes.
“Should I go black or red?”
“Black, it’ll match the jewelry.”
She had all her shoes organized by color, black lined the bottom. I chose a pair and slipped them on, amazed that I even have the same shoe size as she did.
“How do I look?”
“Beautiful. If this doesn’t knock that boy off his feet I don’t know what would!”
“Dad, I’m not trying to impress Harry.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“It’s a fancy party, I’m just dressing for the occasion.”
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Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionSkylar has had a rough life, between the terrible thing that happened when she was only 5, to the orphanage, to now just trying to find her way as a freshman in college. She likes rock music and reading, and dislikes most people and anything to do w...
