Rock me

Part 11

We've been to a couple store by now and I'd gotten some denim shorts that would probably work for tonight. Ive also grabbed some plain crop tops and some graphic tees. I've paid for most of it, but Harry keeps trying to pay. 

"Let me take you to a store you wouldn't normally go to and buy you somethings." He basically begs.

"You've done enough Harry, you don't need to buy me anything."

"I want to thought, it would make me happy." 

"Fine, I always wanted to shop at Urban Outfitters when I was younger but it's so expensive." I suggest.

"Perfect lead the way."

I look at him confused, as if I live here and would know where to go? I brush it off and walk towards a tall map of the mall. I find it and start walking that way. 

The second I walk in, I already see so many things I like. They have a whole wall of seamless tank tops. I pick put a low cut one for tonight, its probably not very country but i'd feel hot.

"Why don't you pick out stuff for me, that way I won't feel as bad for you paying." I suggest.

He seems to take this as a challenge and immediately starts looking around. I watch him pick up different articles of clothing. He picks up somethings from the men section, I cant tell if they're for me or him.

Once he's satisfied he walks back over to me with a smile on his face.

"Feeling good about your choices?" I ask with a smirk.

"Oh yes, now you have to try them on." 

"What, that was not apart of the deal." I say 

"Well it is now." He says grabbing my hand and leading me towards the dressing room. 

The attendant takes the clothes from Harry and starts counting them. Afterwards she looks between the both of us.

"You guys can't share a dressing room okay, it's just policy."

Harry and I both look at each other.

"Won't be a problem." I speak for the both of us.

Did we give, we really wanna fuck in your dressing room right now?

I ignored it and walk to the dressing room in the back by the big mirror. Harry hands me all the clothes and starts telling me what pieces I need to try on with what. 

I close the door and try on the first outfit. Super distressed denim shorts, a short band tee, and a red washed out flannel. It wasn't totally out of my comfort zone, I felt like the girl version of him.

I walk out giving him a spin as a joke. I watch him eye me up and down.

"You look good." is all he said. 

"Good? We're going for hot." 

"Well maybe I'm trying to be respectful, we cant go in the dressing room together rememberer."

I roll my eyes and go back inside, it was a good outfit for everyday.

The next outfit was medium denim jeans with a loose-ish fitting baby tee. It made my boobs look great to be honest. 

I came out flaunting once again, I could tell he liked the shirt.

All he gave me was a thumbs up, so I went back in. He'd pick put lots of graphic band tees and a lot of the seamless tank tops. He'd also grabbed a couple sweats and sweatshirts. He honestly had really good taste. The last thing I tried on for him was this lace dress, that was almost lingerie-ish.