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Chapter 47

                  

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'What about this one?' Harry lifts up the stripy dress that he bought me from Topshop not that long ago but I shake my head, 'no it's too short.'

I feel the nerves start to kick in and a frown forms on my face. What do I wear? I can't wear something to short or else she'll think I'm rude an immodest but wear something longer or else it'll look too fancy for a dinner, then if I wear a shirt and jeans she'll think I'm lazy and don't care about appearances and her opinion of me.

Panic takes over as I shift through my closet faster.

Harry chuckles and quickly takes his hands in mine, 'babe- calm down its fine.'

I let out a breath and look at his adoring smile, 'what if I can't find anything to wear?'

His hands snake around my waist, 'she'll love you no matter what you wear.'

'That's such a lie', I mutter.

He laughs at my bitterness and presses a dainty kiss against my lips, 'why don't you wear this white shirt, some nice black jeans and heels?'

I look as he holds out a sheer singlet top, the fine fabric is loose and has thin straps around the shoulders and halfway down the straps another one goes along my chest and meets in the middle of the V-neck. 

I bite my lip, 'will she like me in that?'

'As long as I like you she will to.'

I smile, 'okay, if you say so.'

I change out of my clothes and into the clothes Harry suggested. I'm surprised he picked out such a good choice; I often forget how into fashion he actually is. So much sometimes I catch him reading Vogue.

Once I get changed I do my makeup and try to keep it simple with thin liquid eyeliner and a few light coats of mascara. I leave my hair down in messy waves and put on a gold bracelet to finish it off.

Harry walks back into the bedroom and smiles, 'you look great, she's gonna love you almost as much as I do.'

I laugh at him and take his hand as we walk out to the car.

I can't help but stare at him as we walk down the front stairs outside his house. His hair is out but looks incredibly soft; a white button-up shirt with large green leaves hangs loosely from his shoulders with all the buttons- except from the top one, all done up.

'That shirt looks good on you.' I smile

He smirks at me while opening the car door for me, 'not as good as you on me.'

I laugh and cover my mouth with my hand, 'oh my god Harry.'

He laughs and winks before shutting my door and walking over to his side.

I shake my head at him but can't help the smile on my face from his dirty remark.

He starts the car and I stare out the window watching as we pass all the old houses in the area.

Twenty minutes into the trip I know there's not much longer until we arrive and I feel the butterflies start to come back only this time they're not butterflies but elephants.

What if she doesn't like me and tells Harry not to be with me, he'll take her side, I know how much he loves her. I feel bile rise to my throat, I shouldn't be going at all, I'm, just embarrassing myself by showing up. I'm not good enough for Harry and it won't take long for Anne and Gemma to figure that out.