Chapter 22

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"We're going to the... mall?" I asked hesitantly as I unbuckled my seatbelt, "Yep, I've got some stupid party I have to attend tonight, I need a date" I actually found it rather cute how he asummed that I was his date, regaurdless. Sighing I hoped out of the car and met Harry at the front of the car.

We wrapped our fingers together and walked inside the large mall, I hated the glances Harry was getting from each girl. The squeals were annoying and it made me want to punch someone. 

Harry seemed so... Happy, it was such a beautiful thing, the everlasting smile that graced his lips. "So where do you girls go to buy dresses?" he asked, lookin around the two story mall. "How about there?" I asked pointing out a large dress shop called Rue La Bella, the outside was beautiful with it's pink walls that were covered by black curvasious paint. 

Pulling his hand out of mine, Harry stepped in front of me "Piggie back time" I laughed and shook my head, "I'm too heavy, I know you're strong but-" he but me off, "Babe, I box, I'm plenty strong enough to carry a little babe like you" Sighing I clamored onto his back, he secured his hands on my thighs, were the bare skin seemed to burn, he inched his hand's toward my backside slowly. I laughed at the looks people were giving us, but I also couldn't stop myself from giggling, 

When we reached the store, I leaped from his shoulders and landed on my feet. "Are you a dancer?" Harry asked, eyeing me curiously as I rolled on the balls on my feet. The years as a ballerina came rushing back to me, I remembered how good I was at the pirouette. 

"Why do you ask?" he was looking me up and down, "You move like a dancer, graceful and most importantly..." he pulled me against him at the waist and locked our lips before whispering "Beautiful" 

I grinned at him, "To answer your question, Yes, I was a dancer, a ballerina to be exact" his face morphed into a look of excitement, "One day you're going to have to dance for me" he had a twinkle in his eye that was pure joy. I stepped back and considered this, I knew that I could dance but how exactly did Harry want me to dance? 

I stepped forward as I made my decision, it didn't quite matter how because I'd do it. I whispered in his ear, brushing my lips lightly against his soft skin, "Until then, I know you can use that very vivid imagination of yours"

Harry's jaw went slack at the idea, and with a smirk plastered against my face, I stepped around him and sauntered into the store, Harry scrambling after me. 

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Dresses were pesky things, I concluded as I pulled another dress off. I slipped on a black dress that was short, as in really really short. It barely covered my butt and in a rash decision, I stepped outside of the curtain. 

The green emerald's that were Harry's eyes widened in both irritation and appreciation, "I really don't want you wearing that in front of a bunch of horny guys, but if you want to get it for me and only me then I will certainly approve" his voice was husky and sexy, to where it sent shivers down my back. 

"I was thinking it would be good for the party tonight" I joked, anger flared in his eyes, darkening them considerably. "I wouldn't be able to get out of the house if you did" I flushed bright red before disappearing back into the dressing room. 

I slipped on a strapless, blood red dress that flared at my belly button, it looking beautiful on me and I realized that I didn't want him to see me in it before tonight. Stripping out of the dress, I got dressed into my regular clothes. 

I shoved the dress into a back and slipped out of the dressing room, "Babe! I didn't get to see you in that one!" Hazza complained, I rolled my eyes, "It's the one I want" I answered in a calm and steady voice. 

Stepping past Harry I went to the counter and paid, using the credit card Harry had given me. Just as the girl, a busty brunette, stuffed the dress into a bag Harry came up and put his arm around my waist. 

We walked out of the store, wrapped around each other like a couple of love-sick teens.

Which I guess we were.

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