Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

***Charlie's POV***

We started walking down the steps of my flat, when I noticed something. I was all dressed up for this event and Harry was just wearing black skinny jeans, a white tee and hoodie. Oh my god, I’m over dressed for the occasion. 

“Harry?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, love?” he said leading me towards the limo.

“Is that really what you’re wearing to the party?” I asked with an attitude, placing my hand on my hip before entering the limo.

He laughed, “Don’t worry love, I’ve got it covered.” Before settling in, he took off his hoodie and grabbed a grey blazer from the seat and put it on.

“Better?” he asked grinning.

“God, you boys have it so easy,” I said, “all you have to do is throw on a blazer and you’re dressed up. You have no idea what us girls go through.” I said in a matter of fact tone.

“Well, actually after that whole shaving incident… I think I do.” He said with laughter and I couldn’t help but join in. He finally settled in next to me, and the driver started heading to our destination. 

This was going to be my first party/night club activity, and I am a nervous wreck. I was already shaking and worried about my appearance and what everyone was going to think of me and what was going to happen tonight and- God I’m so nervous I keep rambling in my head. I kept fidgeting with my nails and fingers. I was also going to meet the guys’ perfect girlfriends- Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie. I googled them yesterday and found myself with my jaw dropped open, they were… gorgeous. So much pressure was released on me that I just tilted my head back and sighed while closing my eyes. 

“You okay?” Harry interrupted my mini nervous breakdown.

“Oh umm no.” I said shoving my face in my hands.

“Just relax love,” he said while rubbing my back, “and stick close to me.” I looked up at his face and saw him wink. I leaned back into the seat and let out another sigh. Nothing I can do now, we’re almost there and I continued coming up with more things to be worried about. I pulled out a mirror from my purse and started checking my makeup. Unsatisfied, I then pulled out mascara and lip balm. Harry gave me a funny look.

“What?” I asked crankily.

“Nothing.” He said with a shrug. I rolled my eyes and continued touching up my makeup. 

“God, why am I so ugly?” I asked myself, forgetting that Harry could hear me.

“What?” He asked angrily, “You are not ugly!” He then said sternly looking at me with a serious face. 

“Yes I am!” I protested. 

“Charlie,” he turned me towards him and firmly grasped my shoulders, “Don’t ever say you’re ugly, because you are far from that, you’re beautiful.”