headmaster styles.

The Perfect Dress

Never spend your life trapped in a world without a mall. -Crystal B.

March 30, 2012

A Dress Shop

"Baby," Harry sang in my ears when he crawled up to me in the bed. "Come on, it's time to start the day."

"It's too early." I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.

"Come on. We're going shopping." He cheered sarcastically and I laughed, uncovering my face. "What fun! Shoes, lip gloss..." he started out cheering, "Wasted money!" He groaned and buried his face in the pillow.

"None of us likes to spend money baby Harry, but I have to buy me a dress." I lifted his face up and he frowned at me.

"You're not buying the dress, I am." He sat up and crossed his legs.

"I hate it when people buy me things!" I whined, covering my face back up with the pillow in my hands.

"Why? I'm going to buy you a lot of things when we are together." He grabbed the pillow and threw it to the bottom of the bed. I shook my head and he sighed, "Can you just get dressed so we can leave?"

"Yeah. I guess," I pretended to pout and he grabbed my jaw like he was going to yell at me, but instead he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Now you get dressed."

"But mommy I don't want to go to school." He crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue. I've never seen this side of Harry before. It's adorable.

"I don't care son. If you don't get dressed, mommy won't give you a treat when we get home," I bent down in front of him, "And we all know how son likes his treats."

"You're so dirty, baby. I love it." He winked at me and I scoffed before stepping off of the bed and jumping beside my suitcase. He sat down beside me on the floor and unzipped my suitcase, making me smile at him. He pulled out my jeaned shorts and a small black, aztec patterned tank. "You will wear this and these," he pulled out my red converse and I smiled.

"Alright." I walked over to his suitcase and opened it.

"No, no, no." He ran over to me and pulled down his shorts, slipping his skinnies on and a white t-shirt... In under ten seconds, "You get to pick what I wear to the Red Carpet, not shopping."

I smiled and quickly got dressed. I went to wrap my hair bow around my bun but Harry slowly pulled it away from me.

"Don't put this up..." He ran his fingers through my hair, "I like it down."

"Fine, then I'll leave it down." I smiled and grabbed my phone, walking towards the front door.

"Wait a minute. I'm not letting you walk out alone with those shorts on, Anastasia." He shoved his wallet in his back pocket and put his boots on.

"Well I'm leaving anyways." I playfully rolled my eyes and walked out of the room. I was halfway down the hallway and stopped, because I honestly didn't want to leave him alone.

Before I could turn around, his hands landed on my waist and I jumped, "I caught you rolling your eyes at me, Miss Greene. That's something we discussed that you couldn't do..."

"Please, Headmaster Styles, forgive me." I put my hands on his and turned my head to look at him, and my eyes drowned with the smirk he had on his lips.

"Let us go, child." He grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs.

When we made it outside, I stopped at the sight. There were tons of people trafficking down the road and people trying to sell things outside of their stores.

"This is great." I laughed, and Harry locked fingers with me, "Where do you want to go first?" I asked and he smiled.

"There's a dress shop right there," he pointed to a big shop on the left, "We could start there if you want."

"You're not buying me anything over 100 dollars." I shook my head and we walked towards the shop.

"Try me." He smirked and I pushed my shoulder into his.

"Hey!" Some guy called, but I chose to ignore it, "Hey, you two are the dancer's from last night." A hand landed on my shoulder and I turned to see surfer guy.

I smirked at Harry and he clenched his jaw.

"Yeah. That's us." I smiled and he did a rock-n-roll symbol.

"Where you lovely couple heading to?" He flipped the hair out of his eyes and frantically chewed his gum.

"We're just going shopping," I said and he stuck out his tongue.

"You want to come to the party we're having tonight?" he asked both of us and I looked at Harry.

"Where?" Harry asked and the surfer guy shrugged.

"You see that building right there," he pointed to a building across the street and it was old and it looked abandoned, "It's there at ten."

"We'll be there." Harry nodded his head and the guy clicked his tongue.

"Alright!! Oh, and by the way my name is Carter. Hang with me, and you'll have the best damn time of your life. Promise." He winked and then walked away.

Harry and I then walked into the dress shop, and I gasped. There was, the dress. It was a perfect blue, and it was long enough. I loved it.

"Do you want that one?" Harry whispered and I smiled, nodding my head.

I walked up to the dress and picked up the bottom of it, letting it slip over my fingers, "It's gorgeous."

"Here," he handed me a pair of black pumps and smiled.

"You picked these out yourself, huh?" I asked, smiling.

Then he frowned. "Do you not like them?"

"They'll look great with the dress." I nodded my head and then he grabbed the dress off of the stand and took it to the register. Before I could do anything, he paid for it and motioned for me to leave.

"My God. It was like a living hell in there." He let out an exasperated sigh.

"It wasn't that bad." I laughed and he looked at me.

"Do you want to go to that party tonight?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess we could go." He smiled at me and leaned down towards me.

"Good. Because I already bought you an outfit this morning while you were asleep," he kissed me gently, "Can't wait to see it on you. And trust me bébé, I won't be the only man looking at you."