Dorm 308

{ F I F T E E N }

Chastity,

I know this is all so sudden and I didn't inform you but I sent a hair and make up stylist for tonight. Also, I heard you complaining at the dorm the other day when you thought I was asleep so I had my stylist to pick out a dress for you. I hope you're not mad at me for not informing you a day earlier or something. I hope you will still show up later with me. I am staying at my father's office for today but I'll pick you up later at 5. I will not ditch you the way you did to me back then. I know you're not into formal parties but there's no turning back now.

I really should end this note.

See you later.

P.S. You don't have to pay for the dress and the stylist. Its on me.
P.S.S. Five o'clock. Just wait for me.

I woke up and that's the first thing I saw when I rolled over the couch. Harry left the letter on top of the coffee table with a big "Read this" on the cover of the note.

I wide smile escapes my lips and I had to bit my lip from making me look like a complete dork. Who knew Harry could be this adorably romantic? No, this is not done in a romantic way. We're just friends and he is just reminding me of the ball later. It would be humiliating for him to show up without a date. And Harry's the owner's son aka the future CEO.

I stretched a little and stayed in the couch for another five minutes before completely standing up and went to the mini kitchen for breakfast.

Harry must have forgotten to tell me what time the stylist would be here. Its truly nice and thoughtful of him to pay for a stylist and buy me dress for tonight. I could have just done the make up and hair by myself but he cared enough to appoint someone to assist me. Plus, the dress is free.

But the pessimistic side of me says that Harry is only doing this because he has to.

I was sitting in the black kitchen stool drinking a fresh cup of coffee when someone knocked at the door.

I rushed to the door to open it and I was greeted by a warm smile from the girl standing in front of me. She has light pink colored hair, band shirt with cut off sleeves, tight leather pants and combat boots. Her face is covered in a simple blush on and face powder but her lips are red and her eyes covered with thick eyeliner and mascara. Not everyone can pull off the look but she did.

She is the definitely the stylist.

"Hi, Chastity Andrews?" She asked.

"Yeah. Did Harry se-" She cut me off and replied.

"Yes, Harry did. Let's start shall we?" She didn't wait for my reply and barged into the living room. I don't even know her name yet.

She comfortably sat down the couch I fixed after sleeping and turned on the TV. Whatever she is, she is easily comfortably in this place or maybe she and Harry are close and she had been in his dorm.

I walked towards her and sat down the couch with five inches distance between us.

"What's your name, by the way?" I asked after clearing my throat.

"Oh, I'm Andrea. I'm Harry's stylist and friend." Her smile is wide and she seems approachable but her friendliness slightly intimidates me. "He never mentioned a girl dorm mate. You're probably the first dorm mate anyway." She chuckled and I did. Just go with the flow.

"I didn't know he has a stylist too."

"He just never asked me to do stuff for him. He tries to fix himself up for his father's events and end up looking stupid. Once, his father end up forcing him back to the hotel because he looks like a mess." She chuckled.