Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[twenty]

Yay it's the twentieth chapter! Don't worry, this book isn't even close to ending.

Harry.

After they all ate some of the pasta he had made, Marisa left. It was late when Harry left. They had shared another innocent kiss before he had gone. It made his heart clench at the thought of Ashton having some sort of feelings for him.

He was getting way ahead of himself, though. A kiss is a kiss and he's kissed plenty of girls he didn't like. She's emotionally damaged and he can't change that. Or can he?

He watched as his new assistant made her way around the office. Her dress hugged her body a bit too much. She purposely swayed her hips as she worked her way to her desk in the far back corner.

Of course Jackson had hired her for Harry. He didn't know Harry well but he knew all men liked sexy assistants. Little did he know Harry was attracted to his daughter, his previous assistant. He knew in his mind that if he hadn't have met Ash he definitely would've taken this girl home many times.

But he had Ashton Kingsley. She may not be sexually active with him, but right now just her accepting him was enough to make him stay. He couldn't wait to see her again, but he didn't know when that would be.

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Ash.

She had just finished her work and was enjoying the view of her new office. It was modern and sleek like Harry's. Her phone rings quietly beside her. She picks it up before checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"How do you like your new office?" Her father asks from the other end.

She groans inwardly, wishing she'd checked the name. "It's okay. The work's easier than I had expected. No one knows I'm here yet, everyone will hate me," she admits.

He laughs, "Who cares? You're better than them, Ashton."

"Ash. Why are you calling me?" She snaps.

"I wanted to inform you that you and the CEO of this company are strongly expected to be at next weeks Formal Gala. It's formal and it's for a big sponsor. I hope to see you there. I know it may not seem like it, but galas are very important to attend. It risks your job and the company if you're a no-show," he explains.

"You have to attend also?" She asks, trying not to sound too disappointed.

"Of course, darling. I own the company," he chuckles.

Before she can respond, the call ends. She huffs, putting the phone back into place. A formal gala. What on earth would she wear?

And that's the same question that put her and Harry Styles in a very, very expensive dress shop. Party dresses are hung everywhere. Most of them are black or white. Neither person says anything as they gaze over the dresses in awe for a moment.

Finally Harry steps forward, moving to a rack of dresses. She follows behind him like a lost puppy. Harry was used to fancy dresses and clothes, she wasn't into that stuff. She watches as he picks out a few dresses, handing them to her.

"These are just to try on, to see what your size is. Once we get your size we can start choosing ones you like," he explains.

She nods, taking the dresses towards the dressing room in the back. For the most part the store is empty. There is one room in the back, a couch a few feet in front of it. She enters the empty room, hanging up the dresses on the hooks on the left. There's no door, only a curtain to hide her.

With a slight blush she gives Harry one last look before closing the curtain. Her worn jeans fall to the ground, along with her shoes and tee. She chooses the first dress, slipping it over her head. She can't budge it over her waist and she doesn't want to rip it so she decides to take it off and just hang it back up.

The next dress is baggy, showing no figure at all. It's a dark, dark purple material that feels velvety. She looks as if she'd stolen it from her grandmother's closet. It's too big, she thinks anyway. Her small hand yanks open the curtain to reveal a very bored-looking Harry.

She clears her throat and he looks up from his hands. He tries to keep a calm expression, but when she reveals a sheepish grin he bursts into fits of laughter. Her cheeks redden even more as she closes the curtain once again.

The next dress she tries on is smaller than the one before. It fits her figure beautifully. The black, sequined material hugs her hips. It's absolutely perfect. The size, the style, everything. But would Harry like it?

She could still hear small giggles outside, forcing her to sigh. After staring at herself for a good ten minutes, she yanks open the curtain again.

Harry's face becomes more serious as his eyes drag down her body agonizingly slow. She gulps harshly, looking down at her body again. This was it, it was the perfect dress. Her small fingers grip the price tag as Harry continues drooling over her.

Eight-hundred. Of course, she had the money. She just hated spending so much on herself. That was money that could be used for something else, something more useful. Or money that could be sitting in the bank, rotting, a small voice in her head reminds.

"Ashton, you look..." He trails, eyes never leaving her body.

"Is it okay?" She asks with uncertainty. Maybe she could find a cheaper one that wasn't as out there, flamboyant.

Harry stands, walking up to her, his height towering over hers. His eyes finally leave her body to meet her eyes. He looks nervous, scared almost.

"Will you be my date to the gala?" He asks, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

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BOOM. 971 words w/o a/n.

And YES I ENDED IT WITH A CLIFF HANGER. You love me, ik ik. Will she say yes? I dunnooooooo. So I made a really sucky manip for the gala. It's of her and Harry and she's in her amazing dress that I absolutely LOVE.

So you'll get her answer and her dress in the next chapter which may not be up until this weekend. It depends on how busy I am. Thanks for the 7.4k reads. ilysm. ugh