dear ana ❥ h.s.

passports and suitcases

It's near 8am and Harry already has me up so we can get to the passport place early. He didn't want to wait in a long line, and he also wanted to take me shopping after. He told me I should buy a fancy dress for the art show, he wanted me to look nice; he also knew I had no real fancy clothes. I had dresses, but they were all casual date dresses. Comfortable and cheap.

"Are you ready yet angel?" He knocks on the bathroom door just as I'm finishing off my hair.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming. I don't want to look like trash in my passport photo, do I?" I respond, opening the door and stepping out, giving him a little twirl.

I was wearing a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and a lace tank top with black high heels.

"Oh, Ana. You never look like trash." he winks, kissing my temple. I smile at him, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"You look great." I tell him sarcastically. "You're gonna get your passport photo wearing a Ramones shirt - a torn one at that - and ripped up skinny jeans?"

"You're correct."

"You're a handful, Mr. Styles."

"Your handful, Ms. Carter." he replies wittingly.

"You're right." I whisper, leaning up to him and pecking his lips softly.

"Let's go angel." He grabs his keys from the bedside table, going downstairs.

"We'll be back soon, Harm." he tells Harmony, leaning down to pet her head.

I follow him out to the car, getting in the passengers side and buckling in.

Once we get to the passport place, he gets out and helps me out. He opens the front door for me, allowing me in before him. I cringe when I see the long line for passports.

"It's not that bad." he states, popping in line behind a middle aged man.

"Yeah, it's the shortest line ever." I murmur, leaning my head up against his shoulder.

After waiting nearly an hour, we're finally to the front of the line.

"Hello." the lady says, looking at both of us. "Married?"

"No." I reply, shaking my head slightly.

"Dating." Harry clears up, clearing his throat. "We're here for our passports."

He slides across our IDs and licenses and she examines them closely. She prints out two forms, sliding them to us.

"Sign."

We both scribble on our signatures, moving over to the picture line. This one seemed to be going by much faster.

After we finished taking our pictures, we had to wait in yet another line to actually receive our passports. This line took around thirty minutes. Longest thirty minutes of my entire life.

Once we finally got to the front of the line, the lady asked for our names. She handed us our booklets, and I felt antsy. I was so excited.

"Thank you very much." Harry shows his gratitude, taking the booklets from the woman and stepping away.

Harry hands me mine and I flip to the page with my picture on it. I looked good considering it was a passport photo, I could live with it.

"Wanna go to the cafe for a bite to eat?" Harry asks while we're walking out to the car.

"Sounds good to me." I nod, getting in the passengers side and placing my passport in the glove department so I wouldn't forget it.

"Perfect." he smiles, driving to the cafe.

Once we arrive, we see that it's not too busy - which is how it usually is. It's only 10 am, so we decide we're going to have brunch.

"Hey guys." Alyssa says, walking up to us with her usual pad and pen. She was the newest waitress here, but most recently has been the only one serving us. She has short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She's extremely beautiful.

"Hey Alyssa." me and Harry say in unison, smiling at her.

"Same thing as usual?" she asks to make sure, looking at us as if we ever said no.

"Of course." I smile at her, watching as she scribbles down our orders and walks off

We always came and got the same thing. Pancakes and sausage and I had a frappe and he would get a cappuccino.

"So what kind of dress would be appropriate for this art event?" I ask, resting my chin on my propped hand.

He thinks for a moment, a small smile appearing on his face.

"A short one, maybe a red one. Something charming." he answers carefully. "Not sleeveless, maybe capped sleeves."

"You're very specific." I point out, laughing slightly. He shrugs.

"I have an image." he admits, pointing to his head.

"Of course, you have an image for everything, do you not?" I respond.

"You've got a point, Angel." he murmurs, blushing slightly.

"Of course, I study you." I say softly, smiling at him.

"As do I."

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After we had our brunch, we hit the shops downtown. There were many boutiques, and we went into the majority of them. He picked out quite a few dresses, but when I tried them on, they didn't quite fit me. They weren't something I saw myself wearing.

The last boutique had a beautiful red dress, with capped sleeves just like Harry had imagined. It was a white base with a beautiful, lacy flower design over it. It was absolutely perfect.

After trying it on, I decided to buy it. It was cheaper than I expected, which was perfect. It was only $80, it was on clearance.

"That's the one?" Harry makes sure again, paying for it at the register.

"It's the one." I confirm, taking the dress.

"Alright, let's go home then." he smiles, offering me his hand. I accept it gladly, walking out of the store.

I was very, very excited to go to Paris with him.