I sat on the bed quietly, wrapped in just a towel, waiting for Harry to return. I wasn't sure why I even bothered with the towel, It wasn't like he hadn't seen everything already. I shook my head at the impossibility of my situation once more.
I ran my fingers through my freshly-washed hair. I had used all of Harry's products in the shower, and wore no make-up except for traces of leftover eyeliner from the night before. I groaned aloud, thanking God, or genetics, or whatever higher power afforded me the luxury of a smooth, porcelain complection.
I looked at the clock for what must have been the 52nd time since Harry left. I couldn't even wrap my head around the fact that it was only 9:52 am. I figured I had enough time to blow-dry my hair, so I walked back into the bathroom, regarding myself for a long while before committing to the task. When I was done, and my thick mane of long, dark hair was sitting just right, I decided it was the best I was going to look. And considering what could only be classified as guesses of what had happened the night before, I had to say I didn't look too shabby. I was just putting the dryer away when Harry returned, laden with two shopping bags.
He wolf-whisteled when I came into his line of sight, making me smile and shake my head. "You poor confused lad," he placed the bags on the bed, sat next to them, and looked up at me, "Let's see how you did."
"I think I did brilliantly, actually," he told me, watching as I opened the bags.
I regarded the garments inside, amazed. I pulled out a pair of vintage-wash skinny jeans and a silky dark purple blouse. "Very nice," I complimented, even though there was no way he picked it out.
He nodded anyways, "I thought so."
In the next bag I found a black military style jacket. I was quite pleased with it as I'd been wanting one for quite some time. Underneath was a box containing a pair of soft leather riding boots. They were pitch black with lace-up backs and I fell in love with them instantly. "Alright, Harry. I've just decided you're going to be my personal shopper. What say you?"
He laughed, "A moment ago you were calling me a poor confused lad! Look in the bottom of the bag, the best parts still inside." This statement was followed by me discovering a purple bra and underwear at the bottom of the bag. I snickered a bit. Purple seemed to be our theme today. Good thing it's-
"I knew purple was your favourite colour," Harry interrupted my thought, winking.
"It's not fair that you know so much about me," I told him, smiling.
"You actually know a lot about me, you just don't remember it."
I stuck my tongue out at him, to which he responded by yanking my towel off.
"Seriously?" I questioned, crossing my arms.
He stood up and leaned his face close to mine, "Muahahaha," he uttered slowly, trying his best to sound evil.
I shoved him lightly and laughed, heading towards the bathroom to dress. He grabbed one of the bags from the store, and began filling it with the pile of my things I had left on his dresser. I pulled the clothes on with ease, and admired myself after. The ensemble came together quite nicely, I had to admit.
Harry's frame appeared, leaning in the doorway. "You are stunning," he told me as I turned to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him, leaning my chin on his chest. He kissed my forehead, and ruffled my hair.
I growled at him, "Damn it, Harry," I mumbled as he laughed and I tried to smooth it out.
"Let's go," he told me, "I am actually starving." With that he turned to head out the door, but not before reaching into his pocket and handing me something. The cash I had given him to get my clothes.
