The Club

Chapter 36

Jaxie pov

I kept my head against the window and let the tears stream down my face as Harry drove. He never asked what happened again.

"Do you want to stop somewhere?"

I shrugged not really wanting to talk.

"I know a few places that will cheer you up. If you want to go"

I nodded I just need to get Zayn out of my head. 

Harry smiled and pulled into a parking lot.

"Where are we?" I asked as I got out of the car.

"I thought we could buy you an outfit so you aren't wearing the same clothes" Harry said walking to the building.

"Harry you don't have too"

"I want to Jaxie "

"I'll pay you back later" I said running up beside him and walking in.

"No you won't. I won't accept it "

"Yes I will just watch" I said as I went to a rack and started looking through all the clothes.

Harry wondered off while I was looking and I didn't see him for a couple of minutes. He came back with a shirt and shorts in his hands.

"Here try these on they'll look cute on you"

"Oh thanks" I said grabbing the clothes and looking at them.

"Stripes are my favorite pattern on girls"

"Really that's surprising" I said walking to the dressing room.

"What size shoe do you wear?" I heard Harry ask from behind the curtain.

"Um probably a 8"

"Okay good put these on too" he said sliding a pair of shoes under the curtain.

"Harry I have shoes already on"

"These ones look better with the outfit"

"When did you become such a stylist" I said walking out flaunting my outfit.

"Since I realized what a great body you have and you need to flaunt it" he said looking me up and down.

"Harry these shorts are so short"

"Yeah they look great on you. I remember five months ago all you were wearing was long skirts and blouses"

"Hey! My grandmother bought me those skirts."

"You sure they weren't hand me downs "

"No they were brand new Harry" I said rolling my eyes

"Okay let's takes the takes off so we can buy them" he said standing behind me.

He reached his hand into the back of my shirt and grabbed the tag. I shivered as his cold hands grazed over my back. He then leaned down and bit the plastic that held it onto the shirt. After he got it off he reached down to my pants. He traced his fingers along the rim and tugged at the tag. I felt my heart quicken by his touch. My body was craving for him to touch me more but much to my craving he ripped the tag off. After he ripped it off he grabbed the shoe box and walked to the cash register smirking.

"Harry" I whined following him.

"Yes Jaxie ?"

"You're so mean "

"Yet I'm buying you clothes " he chuckled.

"You don't have to"

"It's my treat. I never get to spoil you"