Bookshelf (A Zayn Malik Story)

Chapter 5 - Harry Styles

"Ailsa, we're going to be late, come on!" Harry called out. "We're only going to the mall!"

"Just a sec!" I fished around in my dresser for my ray-bans and shoved them on, running down the stairs like a maniac. "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go."

I looked up to see Harry staring at me, jaw dropped and I looked at myself self-consciously.

"Something wrong? Too much skin, isn't it? I'm going back up to change." I said and turned around. Today was actually the first day I properly paid attention to what I was wearing and tried to look nice.

"No, it's perfect. You look really nice. Plus, Zayn will die when he sees you. And you're wearing full sleeves and jeans." Harry said, dropping a wink, and I blushed, whacking his head.

"Shut up." I muttered. "Asshole. But, my tummy shows."

"This is not what you're wearing to dinner though, right?" Harry asked.

"It is." I said.

"Oh no. You are not wearing a crop top and red jeans to dinner." Harry said. "Because Zayn will be there."

"You can wear jeans, just like black. And the top needs to be fancier. And throw in heels if possible." Harry said.

"Harryyyy." I whined.

"Nope. No excuses. And that puppy dog face doesn't work on me, hun." he patted my cheek and walked away. Groaning, I grabbed my keys and followed him.

***

"Hey boys." I said as we walked in to Aeropostale. The guys were standing by the doors, waiting for us.

"Hey," Zayn said immediately, his face lightening up as he hugged me. Harry turned around to wiggle his eyebrows at me as I glared at him and pulled away.

"So, let's shop?" Niall asked.

"Okay, who has the best sense of fashion?" I asked. Everyone pointed to Harry.

"Harry, you're coming with me. I need to get something to wear for dinner tonight." I said and all eyes turned to me.