Substance over Styles | H.S.

XV. Black Silk & Lace

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Enjooooooy!

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I didn't look back at her anymore. I simply walked past her, no shoulder bump -I'm not that cliché- and out of the bathroom with my head held high. As I said many times before, I was done with being missy shy-shy.

I walked back into the enormous room where the event took place and as I stepped through the doors, my smile widened. Because one: Harry was still sitting and waiting for me at the bar. Two: the DJ was playing 'Miss Independent' by NeYo. It was an old song, but so perfectly fitting considering the circumstances. Once I reached the bar, I sat back down next to Harry in my previous seat and signed at the barman to come over. I looked at my drink for a moment, but decided to not drink the fruity cocktail again. I turned to Harry who was intently gazing at me with a curious look in his eyes.

"Would you like something a little stronger?" I asked him with my new gained enthusiasm. He nodded and shrugged.

"Sure." He said, not really understanding where all this was coming from. I adressed the bartender.

"Four shots of Tequila, please, keep the lime and the salt." My whole demeanour had changed.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked with his brows pulled together. God, he looked hot when he did the whole brooding thing.

"We're celebrating." I stated. His brows pulled up in surprise and he started to smirk, clearly enjoying the prospects.

"Celebrating what?"

The barman tended to my order and I gave Harry two shots. I took one in my hand and lifted it towards him after I turned on my seat. He imitated my actions, smirk still intact. His features were contagious.

"Me finally standing up for myself."

The moment I said those words his behaviour surprised me. His smirk faltered and changed into a humungous smile which almost split his face in two, one with the whole package, dimple and all. I looked carefully at his sparkling eyes, the crinkles around them, the cute little wholes in his cheek, everything. I couldn't help but notice some sort of pride in his features. I thought he wasn't going to answer to my little speech, yet he did by replying with a simple word.

"Cheers."

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The next morning I woke up to a surprising well rested, non-hungover feeling. I went to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I was looking alright too. My lucky day. I was, however, too lazy to get ready, so I went downstairs to my kitchen to prepare myself a good breakfast. I came down the steps only to almost fall over my long black night gown with an enormous split. It went all the way from the highest point of my right thigh down to my feet. When I finally made it into my kitchen, I started taking some eggs, salmon and fruit from the fridge. I poured water into a large bowl and took all the necessary supplies to poach my egg. I stopped in the middle of my actions.

Wait a minute.

I never wore this gown. In fact, I had seen this silk thing only once in my life. My mum bought it during our last shopping trip together. She insisted that with the new look I was going for, I needed new underwear and new night gear as well. I couldn't sleep in my dad's baggy old T-shirts any more. It didn't do for a real woman and I had to have proper silk night gowns. I agreed on the new lingerie, but not the nightwear.

Of course, my mum being my mum, had to buy this ridiculous gown behind my back at Victoria's Secret anyway. It was made out of black satin and lace. Long and light, it flew to all corners of the room, making everything visible for men's pleasure only, when you walked around in it.