Breath

chapter 18-Envelop

in the morning, harry isn't in  bed anymore, but I here voyvance playing in the living room so i know he's still here. after a while of rolling around I make myself get up, and take a shower.

its been a week since we've gotten back together, and I don't think I've gone farther then harrys car, to help get my clothes that harry picked up for me from the hotel. I'm afraid I'll loose Him again.

once I get out of the shower,  I brush my hair,  slip into a pair of skinny jeans and a university of Michigan crew neck that my brother had gotten me last summer.

a big yellow envelope was adressed to both of us with fancy cursive writting on it. from stacey at modest. oh no.

harry opens it slowley, he laughs and hands it to me. "stacey baught us a trip to san fransisco..."

she what?!

plane tickets, hotel reservation, and a credit card?

"what's the credit cars for?" I ask, and harry looks through the pile of information,  and pulls out a little handwritten letter from stacey,

" Harry & ebony,

again I apologise,  but I would like you guys to take this trip next month, to san fransisco. this isn't for publicity, I just want you guys to  spend time together.

ebony, there is a credit card in there for you to go shopping. please use it, and use it well, get whatever you need.

sorry again. have a good  trip.

  Stacey fields. "

"woah." is all I can say, looking at the credit card in my hands.

"Do you want to go?" harry asks, as if I might still be upset.

"Yeah.  I think we should. " I say. despite her denial, I know it's for publicity, but I've always wanted to go to san Francisco. and free clothes? I'd be stupid to deny it.

I call eleanor and perrie inviting them to come shopping with me, but they both are busy, to I go to harry, "Want to come shopping with me?!" I plead dramatically batting my eyes.

he groans, so I wrap my arms around my boyfriends waist, "pleeaaasee."

"fine." he says shaking his head at me with a laugh.

*****

harry drives us to a high end shop downtown and of course, the workers reconigze him and ask for picture while I look through the many racks of clothes and rows of shoes. then collect harry once I check out.

the next place we go to I find a really pretty red  dress with a low cut top and it holds to my curves, falls just above my knees,

"I'm going to try this on." I say, handing my other bags to harry and I am guided by the snotty store clerk to the dressing rooms.

I slip into it and I walk out. harry is sitting there on a plush couch on his phone.

"How is this?" I ask standing in front of the giant mirror, I see harrys face in the mirror behind me and his jaw drops, and he quickly puts his phone away and comes to me,

"holy shit. " he says looking from my head to my toes and back up again. "you look sexy." he says with kind of a growl and grabs my hips

sexy? did harry just call me sexy?

I blush and push harrys hands off my hips, "Har people are watching."

the workers have been doing a bad job of hiding their phone, taking pictures.

"good." he whispers and bites my ear lobe and I get chills all over my body.

"Harry. stop." I try to ply his hands away but his long fingers stick and he pull me into him, "Harry I'm not kidding." I snap half laughing and push him away and quickly change into my clothes.

a risky purchase forsure, but deffinatly my favorite.