Skylar Tomlinson never could have seen Harry Styles coming. Well, she might have, had she been looking up. Her impulsivity and short temper coupled with Harry's taunting comments prove to be the same as fire and gasoline mixing - an epic explosion...
Harry walked into my room with his buttoned shirt, unbuttoned and his suit was over the shirt. His dress pants slung on his hip and he looked confused as he tried to tie the tie that was hanging around his neck.
It was the first time I had seen Harry in a suit and he looked amazing. He could be wearing rags and he would still look amazing but wow. I couldn't hold back, I gave him the toothiest smile I could muster.
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"Can you tie a tie?" He asked, struggling with the material around his neck. He took a step towards me and I pulled him from the tie, closing the space between us. His lips only inches away from mine. I tied his tie and buttoned up his shirt and fixed the tie into the collar of the shirt.
"God, you're hopeless with this," I laughed.
"You always say what you think," He said, studying my reaction.
"Hmm?" I asked, not exactly paying attention as I searched for buttons in his suit.
"It's refreshing," He replied.
"Oh..." I said still trying to figure out which one to button.
"You're not afraid to speak your mind even though sometimes not the nicest things fall from your mouth, I just love that you're so blunt," He said as I buttoned the second button on his suit.
"Well you're certainly the first," I said with a smile.
"Whoa, don't button that, I can't breathe," He exaggerated as he unbuttoned it.
"You should button it! It makes you look smart," I advised.
"No thank you," His stubbornness spoke for him. I shook my head and sighed. "You're not dressed?" Harry became aware that I was not ready as he eyes me up and down.
"You just noticed?" I asked laughing at his cluelessness. He shrugged. "Turn around lover boy," I commanded. Harry chuckled and placed his hands over his eyes. "Um, no no, turn around. I can see you peeking," I giggled, turning him around. I put on my dress and zipped up the sides as fast as I could. I slid on my shoes that were already starting hurting. Let's see just how long I will last without falling.
''You look weird today," Harry spoke as he turned around.
''Oh, bite me!'' I said, offended at the words. He chuckled at my reaction. Was it my fault that my nap too a bit longer than I had expected and I didn't have three fucking hours to cake my face and style my hair dauntlessly? Oh wait, yeah, it is kind of my fault.
"No I meant it in a good way," he said with a smile.
"Mmm, sure," I replied sarcastically. He ignored my snarky remark and kissed my forehead, sighing. "What are you sighing at?" I fired back.
"At your stubborn, sarcastic, major pain in the ass attitude..." Damn Styles. I felt a bit sad at the words and stared at the ground. I knew it was true but having him throw it in my face wasn't exactly amazing. He gently lifted my chin from the ground. "Let me finish, I am sighing at your stubborn, sarcastic, major pain in the ass attitude, which I adore," My smile at this point was undeniable.
