7. Preparing

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7. Preparing

Scarlet's POV.

What the fuck am I even supposed to wear. Harry left an hour ago to go get some work done. Well at least that's how he put it.

I stressfully ran my fingers through my hair. I was disrupted from my thoughts as I heard my doorbell ring. I made my way to the door and opened it.

"Hm?" I said confused. Nobody was there. I looked down and saw a box with pretty wrapping paper on it. "For Scarlet."

Cursive printing on a little note right beside the bow on the present. I brought the mystery box into my kitchen and set it on the counter. I picked up the note & flipped it around.

"A little something for tonight. Didn't want you to worry, babe! Love, Harry. xx" Smiling like an idiot, I ripped the wrapping paper off and opened the box.

Out came a beautiful dress. It was perfect. He knew me too well. I smiled again.

Another note? Hm.

"I know you feel uncomfortable with wearing things that are too much and such so I chose this. I thought it was perfect for you. Just like you're perfect for me!"

He's so corny, but sweet. And- another box inside? Does this thing ever end? The box was tiny. So curious to know what it held, I picked up the lid of the box.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. Why would he even do such a thing?! He bought me a diamond necklace.

Hours past and I've completed everything. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I forgot how special and important Harry made me feel.

And now I'm being reminded of it. I feel amazing right now. I took a quick glance at the clock. "7:52pm" I read.

The doorbell rung and I excitedly run to the door. I opened it and Harry was in a suit, making him look extremely more handsome.

Although, I don't think that's possible. The second he laid his eyes on me, his eyes widened. "You look absolutely breathtaking, love." I blushed.

Just as I was on the verge of complimenting him back, he offered me his arm and a limo was pulled up in front of the apartment. I took his arm and we walked to the door.

Harry, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for me and came in right after. It was nothing new, really. I still loved it very much though.

I got comfortable in his arms. "You're gonna love tonight." His raspy voice filled my left ear as he spoke in a low voice near it.

"Where are we going?" "That remains a surprise, love." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

This could get interesting.

A/N: that last sentence is Nialls bio on instagram bwuAHAHAHA

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