This Heist Can Only Go in One Direction

Chapter Sixteen

"Boring, boring, boring, ugh. So drab! Boring, boring...honestly Jasey, this is your wardrobe?" Stanley yanked a plain blue t-shirt from my closet. "How did you ever get a boyfriend wearing this?"

"With my amazing intellect and wit, Stan." I cooed sarcastically, batting my eyes at him while Stella giggled beside me on my bed. He smiled, then turned back around to my closet.

"This is a fashion crisis. We need to go shopping again."

Stella perked up. "Really?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I thought you said no more clothes?"

Stanley placed his hands on his hips. "That was for the boys. You two, however, are an exception. This is an emergency!" He clapped his hands at us, walking out of my bedroom. "Get dressed! We only have five hours until the boys get home!" 

"How long does it take to shop?" I asked Stella under my breath, and she giggled again in response. 

We had four days until the trial, and Stanley was in combat mode. Newspapers and TV interviewers were all over us constantly, begging for us to answer questions. This made it nearly impossible for us to go out when we had time, and the boys never had any of that.

Stanley bustled us through the paparazzi outside of the store and shoved us into it, giving a few huffs of annoyance. "Those people, I swear..." He mumbled something about savage dogs as he brushed off the sleeves of his jacket, then began walking quickly to the juniors section. 

"Remember, we're going for classy and cute!" Stanley called over to us. I slid between the racks, nearly everything looking too expensive. This was ridiculous. I stopped beside a shirt rack and began going through it, when I was grabbed roughly from behind.

"Miss me?" I heard the man mumble, and I spun around, smiling.

"Liam!" I glanced to Harry, smiling, then turned back to Liam, whose hands stayed on my waist. "What are you two doing here?

"We had a break, and we saw Stella's tweet, so I thought I'd come surprise you!" Liam answered, smiling down at me.

"Where's your sling?" Harry asked, putting his hands in his pockets. 

I grinned at him. "The doctor told me this morning I didn't have to wear it anymore!" I rolled it, wincing a little. "It still needs to heal, so I just have to keep it at a 'low activity level' and I'm good to go!"

"Jasey! Clothes!" Stanley shouted over to me from across the store. "Don't get distracted!"

Liam laughed and turned me around to face the clothing racks. "Duty calls! Find something pretty." Then he leaned close to whisper in my ear, so Harry couldn't hear him: "Something that makes you look so pretty I can't wait to tear it off you later."

I laughed, elbowing him lightly and pushing him away. "You men are all alike!"

"What about me?" Harry asked, stepping towards me with a sly smile.

I raised my eyebrows. "Harry, you are the prime example of men being pigs." He frowned at me in fake disappointment, then turned to go find Stella.

Liam stayed to help me find some clothes, every once in a while teasing me about the things I picked out. Yet in the entire 20 minutes he was there before he and Harry had to leave again, his hand never left my waist or lower back. Now that I thought about it, he'd been like that the past week, always touching me no matter where we were or what we were doing. His hand would be on my knee at dinner, his arm around me whenever we sat next to each other, arm around my wait when we were just standing and talking. And every night when we went to bed, we continually screwed around, him getting more and more into it, going further and further every night, but stopping when I asked. I mean, not that I wanted to stop, and I was definitely not complaining. Because it was nice. Really nice.