Chances With You

Chapter 25

When I looked into the mirror I froze quickly I loved this one it was my favorite one I didn't want to take it off. It made me feel... Special.

"Babe I think I want this one..." Harry nodded and walked up to me and stranded next to me in the mirror with his messy hair I ran my hands through it. I was able to reach him without stepping on my tip toes because I was in higher heels.

"I think you should get this one too," he held me close and the women smile.

"Are you two getting married?" Why is everyone asking us that?

"No I'm getting this for his fathers wedding," She smiled and nodded.

I took off the dress and shoes and every accessories and Harry paid for it all.

"Thank you," I kissed him on the cheek and wondered where he got all the money... Well his father is rich but I didn't really worry about that.

"Ready for Buffalo Wild Wings?" I nodded an we walking out the store.

"What are you going to wear?" I hope he wasn't going to wear what he usually wears.

"What? I'm wearing what I always wear," my raised a brow.

"Harry it's your fathers wedding..." he rolled his eyes.

"I don't care I'm not changing my style for someone that never cared about me..." I slowly closed my eyes and sighed.

"Harry he s-... You mister are wearing a tux," he rolled his eyes again and groaned.

"And whose making me," I gave him that "oh really" stare

"Me, that's who is making you, you are going to look decent, I'm not walking in there with you with me looking like I just came from Queens Elizabeth house and you just came from a night club," He laughed and placed his hand on my thigh and I chuckled.

"Fine you made your point,What ever you say love" I looked out the window.

We parked in front of the door and I unbuckled my sit belt. I rested the back of my head on the head rest waiting for Harry to opened the door for me, which he did in seconds.

"Come love," he reached out his hand to help me out the car, and I smiled.

"Thanks Harry," he wrapped his arm around my waist, and we walked in, the lady told us to sit at the waiting lounge and wait till we have me called seating and we did.

It was this little girl staring at Harry, does every child stares at him? I looked past Harry a bit and seen the girl eyes on his arm.

"Honey don't stare that's rude," the mom came and so did the father to sit next to the girl and she spoke.

"But mommy look!" She pointed at Harry's arm and probably that's why every child looks at him, Harty shot his head at the little girl and she smiled brightly.

"Hi love," she waved and her mom smiled with joy her father was looking between me and Harry probably seeing the complete difference.

"Hi I like those drawing, can I color one?" I giggled at her question and her mom shook her.

"Honey no you cant," Harry was still talking to the girl.

"Nope you can't because there tattoos you can't color tattoos with crayons you need a type of needle to do that," the girl eyes widen at the sound of needle.

"B-But what is a tattoo," She does ask a lot of questions. Before he could answer the lady tapped my shoulder and told us our sits was ready.

"Hey I have to go but I bet your parent could answer that one," he smiled at the little girl and his dimple appeared.