Meant to be?

5. Disguise

Janna Sofia Carter

I wish I could tell you how I got into this part of the city.

But in truth? I had no idea where am I.

And let's blame this on Harry.

We stopped at the shop right down in the middle of somewhere. And now? We were at a grandma's shop.

Uhm, not exactly but the clothes screams Hilton and... well... granny. I mean the place felt like one. There were formal wears, blazers and other things that my mother would definitely wear.

I wrinkled my nose. "Harry why are we here?"

He didn't answer as he continue to look around. It was a bit unusual for the staff too because they were just letting him go like he was just a normal bloke shopping for his mum. O guess they didn't know anything about teenagers. He pulled a brown leather jacket. He started to put it in front of me.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to come closer.

I walk cautiously and lean my ear on him but he sighed and hold my arm and pulled me closer to him.

I froze. It wasn't the fact that he was the Harry Styles that was pulling me but it was that it was my Harry who was pulling me. I have been with him for a day and that doesn't erase the fact that I was still a huge fan of their band and that I may have a huge crush on him.

He sighed. "You're doing it again"

"What?" I asked, suddenly aware that he was looking at me accusingly.

"You froze and..." he looked at me meaningfully.

I blushed. Why does he always had to make it so obvious?

"Sorry" I muttered.

He waved his hand of and said, "It's okay"

Then he lean in again and whispered. "We are going disguise."

I looked at him. He had that mischievous look in his eyes. It was clear he was thinking of mischief and I was rooted at the spot, staring at him.

Has he been finally opening up to me?

"We can't just do that" I said slowly, still looking at him in sheer disbelief.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not? Come on, I want this day to be different so, just go with it."

I look at him skeptically. "And how can this day be different?"

He suddenly looked unsure. "Because I'd never done this before?" Then he took my hand and looked right into my eyes, pleading.

"Please?" he asked his eyes solely into mine. I thought the puppy dog eyes thing was only an expression but looking at him, I realized it was true. Literally.

Wow his eyes. Those grassy eyes.

"Sure" I answered breathlessly.

"Excellent" He smiled brightly then he bounded of another rack of clothes.

I shook my head. What have I gotten myself into.

-

In no time, I was Hilton and he was a picturesque dad. A very very handsome dad I should say. He was wearing a brown leather jacket that looked like Sherlock Holmes. Scarf wound up around his neck and a hat to hide his curls. God, he was still handsome it was so unfair.

I was wearing a pink flow-y top like my mum usually wears, white pants and a handbag that he really persuaded to buy me to make our picture family more prominent.