mr. styles || h.s ✔

twenty eight

Cora Bailey
Because Harry got his job half way during the school year, graduation was around the corner and I was so excited. Last night was good, our date which we finally had because he finally made time for me.

Don't get me wrong, I get his job is busy but I had a whole week of stuff to do planned out but of course he had to cancel because his meetings went over the time it said. I got a little bit upset about that but last night makes up for everything.

He was acting slightly strange last night but I'm sure it's nothing, just had a lot on his mind. We also didn't use a condom last night which was a huge step for the both of us. He pulled out though, in time.

He was coming over to mine today because Niall was going to apply for jobs because we were running low on money. I haven't been working recently, I only get called in if they absolutely need me which isn't often.

I was thinking of prom dresses with that nearing along with graduation so I might get Harrys opinion on a few that I really like. The colour has to match though.

When he gets here, I bring him to my room, not jumping straight into the options. I was talking about something with his head on my shoulder, he plays with my hair, smiling at the conversation.

He then traced my chest, curling into me. He's being so strange recently, clingy as I say. I'm not complaining but it's unlike him. I was wearing a singlet and shorts, he was in jeans and a shirt though, so he was drawing stuff on my chest.

"I also need your help with something," I whisper, he looks up at me, his green eyes flicking over mine. He sits up on his elbow and presses his lips to mine.

He pulls away and smiles, leaning back in. I kiss him back but smile into the kiss this time. Ever since last night all he's wanted to do is kiss me. Again, I'm not complaining but it is strange. "Harry," I mumble making him pull away.

"Yeah?" he lays back down on my chest, nuzzling into me.

"You're being awfully clingy, what's wrong?" I ask but he shakes his head.

"Just wanna be with you," he puts his hand on my chest too, tracing my cleavage.

"I need your help with though," I whisper.

"With?"

"The dress I should wear for graduation..." I whisper.

"Anything will look good on you though," he whispers. I sigh, not getting the answer I want. "Show me the ones you have picked out," he sits up, leaning on the bed head.

I get my laptop from the floor and open the lid, typing in my password. I had photos of the dresses online. My mom said she'd get me the dress because it's for graduation.

I go onto the first website. A pale green dress, cow neck top and spaghetti straps and a slit up there leg.