Baby Lips

Chapter 23

“I don’t know about this one, Danielle.” I called from the dressing room. Only thin sheets of silk separated me from the other shoppers trying on random articles of clothing from the small boutique that Danielle had taken me too. I turned around to check out my backside in the mirror that hung on the lime green wall in front of me. Danielle had thrust thousands of dresses and skirts my way to make sure I looked great for this Friday’s festivities, but I was starting to think she just wanted me to look like a hussy.  

The current dress I wore was completely black and skin tight. It had sleeves that went down to my wrists as well as a plunging scoop in the rear, showing off my shoulder blades and several spinal vertebra. It cut at the middle of my thigh, showing off a little more leg than I was used too. And what I was comfortable with showing off.  

“Oh, come on out then! I want to see it!” Danielle squeaked from behind the flimsy material this place called a door. I huffed, glancing at myself disapprovingly one last time and shoving the curtain open. I met a face of... well... I wasn’t quite sure. She was wide-eyed, with her pouted lips gaped open. I pushed out a laugh, knowing that this dress was definitely not the one. 

“Stop it. It’s not that bad.” I said commenting on her current glare she was giving me. She began to shake her head slowly and I bit my lip, preparing for the worst. 

“You’re right, it’s not bad.” I gulped, waiting to hear her say “It’s horrible!” and giggle as I stomped to go try on another one lion clothes she begged me to try on. But, what I actually heard shocked me completely. “It’s bloody brilliant!” She pushed herself off of the stool she sat on and grasped each of my shoulders, the tips of her maroon colored nails digging into the bones lightly. She spun me around so both of us were facing the mirror in my dressing room. 

“Where the hell have you been hiding those legs, Scar?” She giggled. I brought one hand to my face in an attempt to shield her from seeing my blushing cheeks. I slowly shook my head, but began to laugh as I felt her playfully smack my bum. “And Jesus, I would kill for a bum like yours. You are so getting this one.” I scrunched my nose as I met her gaze in the mirror. 

“You don’t think it’s too...” I motioned my hands over the short hem of the dress. “I don’t know... skimpy?” I asked turning around again. I pushed my long waves over my left shoulder and studied the back of the dress. My exposed back down to my butt, which I do have to admit, looked pretty dang perky in this cotton dress. 

“Skimpy? Not at all.” Danielle shook her head, causing her tight ringlets to shake over her wool covered shoulder. “It is perfect.” She reached down for my hand and squeezed it tight with hers. “And Zayn will drool over you.” She giggled and bumped her hips into mine. 

I gulped and forced out a snicker. But it just sounded like I was coughing from some kind of asthma attack. This caused Danielle to drop my hand and cross her arms over her chest. Her brown eyes not leaving me once. I pushed my lips together, to the point where they almost went numb, and began to look at any other place in the room besides Danielle’s curious stare. 

I wasn’t quite sure what Danielle was thinking, but what I was thinking was that I didn’t exactly want Zayn to be the one following me around like a puppy Friday night. The little devil Scarlett hidden deep within me had this undying desire to tease Harry Styles. To make him nervous. To make him bite down on his plump bottom lip when he saw me. To make him want me. I didn’t know how to describe this need, or want, or whatever it was, it was just there, burning in the pit of my stomach and constantly gnawing on my brain.  

“Is there something you’re not telling me about things between you and Mr. Malik?” Danielle questioned, slowly arching one of her eyebrows at me. I took in a deep breath, held in my chest, and ran my fingers through my hair. I exhaled as my disheveled waves fell on either side of my face. I turned on the balls of my feet with my eyes closed, not wanting to have to look her in the eye more than I had too.