Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

✗ fifteen ✗

SHAY

Maybe I wasn't thinking when I had agreed to accompany Harry and Louis at dinner. I hadn't put in much thought when I had said yes, which is odd because I always overthink things. I do want to get out of the house and I do want things to go back to normal. But I don't want to be seen in public and I don't want to have to pretend that I'm "a-okay".

But alas I pushed aside my fears and thoughts for tonight and got ready in the best outfit I owned. I own two gorgeous dresses that would be suitable for a fancy dinner, but I had already worn one of them to Harry's party and didn't want to be that girl that wore the same dress over and over again, plus that dress was ruined. I quite enjoy this dress though it was a gift from my mother. If I remember correctly it was a bribe to come back home, drop out of school, and marry some rich suitor. As you can imagine, I kept the dress and ignored her until that suitor found a wife.

"Shay!" Harry knocks on the door at the bedroom, which is locked for a reason. That reason being so that he can't walk in on me changing. "I'm not going to call for you again, love. We're already running late!"

Harry has been calling my name for the past ten minutes, urging me to hurry up and get ready; but, as I've told him twice before, beauty takes time. Ignoring him yet again, I swipe my light pink lip-gloss against my lips for the last time before stowing it away in my clutch.

I figure if I'm going out to dinner with Harry and his best mate Louis I should try a bit more than I have been lately. I applied makeup, did my hair in the best way possible, and, like I've said before, wore the best dress I own.

"Shay, come on! I'm starvin-"

"Calm yourself, I'm on my way!" I shout back, rolling my eyes and exiting the bathroom. I'll be surprised if he can actually hear me though, doesn't seem like he has in the last twenty minutes.

I make my way downstairs quickly before Harry can throw more of a fit. One thing I've learned since working for him is that he gets hangry... very hangry. He often schedules meetings right after lunch so that we can avoid these situations. "Okay, I'm ready!" I announce, stepping off the last step into the foyer.

"Finally!" Harry spins around to face me, his features immediately softening once he sees me. I stare back at him, watching his eyes carelessly scan my body before planting themselves on my face. "Wow, you, um, look amazing." He compliments, his face flushing as he runs his hand through his unruly curls.

He wears a different suit and part of me actually thinks he was going to show in the hideous Gucci suit, but alas I'm saved. It's black, like most of his suits, but there's a slightly lighter design on the suit. You can't exactly see it unless you look close enough though. The shirt underneath is plain white, with the top three buttons undone to show off his toned, tattooed skin.

"I mean wow." He mutters one last time, pulling me from my trance on his body. I clear my throat and think of something clever to say, but my mind is completely blank.