Indulge [h.s.]

Chapter Seven

The second my head hit the pillow last night I passed out. I woke up nearly eleven hours later with one of my heels still attached to my foot. The only motivation to get out of bed was the persistent urge from my bladder.

I eventually changed into the baggiest and most comfortable clothing I owned. I didn't plan on doing anything today, unsure of the state I'd be in after the first meeting. This was the first time I returned from an arrangement and didn't feel like my skin was trying to crawl off of my body. I actually felt quite good? Harry has so far proven that he takes the agreement seriously and that he's undoubtedly a gentleman.

Of course the moment I emerged from my room Abby bombarded me with a million questions. She had a coffee ready for me by the couch which we sat on while I shared the moments that took place from the night before. She teased me about the embarrassing things I remembered but was entirely supportive due to how healthy this contract seemed to be for me.

After finishing the mug of coffee and getting adjusted to the brightness from the sun I finally felt as though my head was screwed back on and decided to check my phone. I had a message from Harry: How's your head? x

I stifled my laughter at the corny joke that crossed my mind.

I haven't had any complaints yet.

I recomposed myself. I must be professional.

I responded: Not too bad (:

I got up from the couch and grabbed some Tylenol before swallowing them.

As I settled back onto the couch I retrieved my phone and saw another message: You free to go shopping tomorrow? We have a dinner on Wednesday

I gave a short agreeing response and we planned to meet at noon.

-

It was the next day and Harry had picked me up from my apartment. He drove us down into the city where the high end boutiques and stores were.

I gasped as my hand stopped moving through the racks of clothes. It was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. It had a vintage floral corset for the top half and a plain white flowy skirt for the bottom.

"So that's your style?" Harry spoke from behind me causing me to jolt momentarily.

I took it off of the rack and held it against me, "Isn't it stunning?"

He smiled while keeping eye contact with me, "It is."

I picked out a few more dresses that had similar aesthetics to the first dress before Harry paid and carried the bags.

"Have you eaten today?" He asked as we walked down the sidewalk.

I shook my head as I kept my eyes focused on my feet, "No."

"Let's go get some food then. Where do you want to go?"

I hummed in thought for a moment thinking about what was close, "There's this taco place down here that's pretty good."

He nodded, "Tacos it is."

He put the bags of clothes into the backseats of his car before he opened and closed the door for me. The drive was short due to the restaurant being not more than five minutes away from where we previously were.

Upon entering the restaurant I took in the cozy aesthetics of the decorations. The aroma of the food filled my nostrils causing my stomach to quietly growl.

I pointed to the menu board hung up, "Those are the different ones they have. They come on either corn or flour tortillas."

Harry nodded while looking at the menu.