When We Meet

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Harry’s POV

“Piper,” I say as I stand outside her changing room. “You’ve been in there a while. Can I come in?”

I’m pretty sure I hear her say “Yeah,” so a walk into the dressing room and let the curtain fall shut behind me.

Damn. I thought Piper looked hot in the black dress I had picked out for her, but it was nothing compared to the view when she took the dress off.

She’s standing there in just a leopard print bra and black panties. She has curvy hips but her stomach is flat and I can’t help but stare at her sexy body even when she crosses her arms over her chest in an effort to cover up.

“What are you doing in here?” She hisses. She’s standing really close to me since the dressing room is so small.

“Uh, I… You were taking a while, I was wondering if something was wrong,” I stutter and my eyes finally meet hers but not for long before I go back to checking out her long legs.

“Get out, Harry!” She says and points to the curtain with one hand, exposing part of her chest. Of course, I stare at it, my hormones controlling most of my brain at this point.

Instead of leaving, I shut the logical part of my brain off and lean down towards her.

Piper’s POV

Oh god, this was so embarrassing. I was almost naked in a dressing room with a boy who seemed to be enjoying himself a lot, considering he wouldn’t stop staring at my exposed body.

“Get out, Harry!” I say and point towards the curtain. As soon as I remove my arm from across my chest his eyes flicker up towards the newly exposed skin and I immediately cover it up again.

He leans his head down towards me and I thought he was going to kiss me but instead goes to whisper in my ear.

“God, Piper. If I knew you looked this good with your clothes off, I would have tried to get them off myself,” His voice sounds deep and sexy, making me shudder. I blush slightly at his comment but try to stay strong.

He walks out of the dressing room, throwing me a wink as he does so, a smirk evident on his face.

As soon as he’s gone for sure I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I stand there for a moment more, my head dropped to stare at the ground in embarrassment.

God, why did he walk into the change room? And why did I get butterflies in my stomach when I though he was going to kiss me? 

And what he said right before he left, why did I not want to slap him for saying that?

I find my tank top hidden under my purse and quickly pull on my clothes, not wanting him to come back in.

 I walk out of the dressing room and see that Harry has resumed his position of leaning against the wall. I look around and spot Sam paying for her dress at the cash register.

I decide to ignore Harry and brush past him, making my way over to get in line. I pay for the dress and we all walk out together, Sam happily chatting away while Harry and me stay silent. I shoot a couple glances at him but always look away quickly, not wanting to get caught staring.

“Oh my gosh, are you Harry Styles?” Says a young girl who approached us. She looks about 13 and I can see another girl about the same age standing a ways behind her, waiting.

“Yeah,” Says Harry smiling at the girl.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, but can I have your autograph?” She asks politely, without drawing a lot of attention to us.

“Sure, love.” She blushes a bit and reaches into her bag to pull out a pen and then roots around in a shopping bag, pulling out a receipt and handing them both to Harry.

“What your name?” Harry asks.

“Lauryn,” The girl says quietly.

“How do you spell it?”

“L-A-U-R-Y-N,” She answers as Harry uses the wall to write on.

“Hi,” She says shyly to me and Sam while Harry is writing.

“Hello,” I say.

“Are one of you Harry's girlfriend?” She asks and looks at the ground.

“No,” I say and give a little laugh. “We’re just friends,”

She nods in understanding and Harry hands the receipt back to her.

“Thank you so much,” She says taking the receipt. “Have a nice day,”

“You too,” Harry tells her and she walks back to her friend, with a huge smile on her face.

“That was really nice,” I say as we start to walk away. “You made her really happy,”

“And here I though all your fans were crazy bitches,” Sam adds on.

“Some are,” Harry shrugs. “But some are nice, and I like signing autographs, especially to the nice fans,”

Harry could seem like such a player sometimes but then there’s this side of him. The sweet and nice side, that signed and autograph for a girl and talked about his fans. I have to admit, I kind of liked this side better.

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A/N

HELLO BEAUTIFUL POTATOES.

Sorry for the wait, I just got back from Ottawa.

I managed to add myself into the story.

Yes, I am Lauryn.

Yes, I am the fangirl in the story.

No, that's not what I would actually do if I met Harry Styles. (I AM A CRAZY BITCH) I would probably try and kidnap him.

Or as I call it,

SURPRISE ADOPTION

Stay classy.