The Treehouse ( A Stydia fan fiction )

Chapter Fifteen

Stiles immediately regretted saying he wants to choose Lydia's outfit. It was so difficult.

The two of them were already on their third shop, still with no luck no matter how hard Stiles tried. 

He really wanted to get this outfit right, he couldn't pick something terrible for Lydia- or end up with nothing. He just didn't have a clue what to even look for. Would she want a dress? A skirt? One of those all in one outfit things  that he had no clue as to what they were called? Since when was clothes shopping so hard.

Lydia, on the other hand, was having a great time. She could barley contain squeals of excitement when she saw a piece of clothing that she was going to add to the basket- Stiles thought it was adorable. At almost every rack, she would pick something up and think through an outfit to incorporate it in with. Stiles sometimes got too distracted by her little eyebrow crinkle she gets when she concentrates to focus on shopping. Lydia overwhelmed him and he was still in shock as to how something like this is even happening.

"C'mon" Lydia started. "You can't seriously be saying that you don't look cute!" 

Stiles looked at himself in the mirror.

"Thats the problem, I look cute; as in my mum has dressed me up for a year 5 school disco cute" He responded, trying not to sound harsh as he looked at Lydia.

She burst out in giggles.

"Okay, now you've said that- you're right. Next outfit!" 

Stiles was relieved to know he hadn't hurt her feelings and let out a small laugh. He was about to change again but he stuck his head out from behind the curtain. 

"Why don't you start trying on outfits?" He said, looking at the basket he had filled with hardly any clothes. 

"Theres not many, but you might swell start." 

Lydia looked at the bag then back up at Stiles, a smile across her face as usual.

"Okay." She replied, picking up the clothes and going into a changing room. 

She walked out in his first outfit choice, a turquoise jumpsuit with cut outs at the hips. Stiles looked on, mouth gaping open as he admired her. 

"What? is it bad?" Lydia said, looking at herself in the mirror. 

"no, you look... amazing" Stiles stuttered. 

Lydia blushed, then turned to look at Stiles in the outfit she had chosen. 

"I really love it, but I don't feel like it fits the occasion" 

Stiles nodded, at least she liked it. 

"Yours on the other hand" Lydia started, "not sure on the top half, but 100% keep these pants." 

Stiles looked at himself in the mirror, Lydias head peeping out from behind his shoulders. 

She had chosen out a pair of dark denim pants, not to skinny but also not too loose. They fitted nicely around his legs and looked much nicer than any of the old pants he owned. 

"Definitely. I love them." 

Lydia squealed with excitement and rushed back into the changing room.

After a couple more rounds of trying things on and changing minds, they were almost there. They had both decided on the smart-casual grey shirt for Stiles and Lydia was about to try on the final outfit choice. 

A smile filled her face when she saw herself in the mirror. Stiles had chosen out a short green, loose fitted dress with tights and a black blazer like jacket. 

"Stiles!!" Lydia exclaimed, turning around to him. "I love it!! This is the one, this is the one." 

Stiles smirked to himself, proud of his new-found fashion skills. 

"Shoes?" He suggested and Lydia nodded, running back to get changed.