Fall.// h.s au Short Story

Chapter 19

It's a Wednesday and tomorrow Harry and I are leaving for Cheshire. Good thing Harry's mom already got him a tux, now all we need is a dress for me. We've been walking around the mall for 2 hours already and the fact was it wasn't hard to find a dress but we got easily distracted. We head into Wilfred and try to find an appropriate dress to a wedding. Problem was that Wilfred's was kind of expensive and after spending a lot of money on the house, I have to be a little bit more careful on spending.

As we walk in, something caught my eye probably Harry's too. The dress was a sandy gray color but it was beautiful. It was up till mid-thigh and showed just a little cleavage. Harry instantly let's go of my hand to call a worker who could help us.

"We would like that dress there." He pointed to the mannequin. The girl stared at Harry with lustful eyes ignoring what his mouth was even saying. I quickly intervene not letting the girl stare at my British boyfriend.

"Hi, can you stop eyeing my boyfriend and actually look at what he's pointing to?" I snap at her and fake a smile. Harry grabs my hand to hold and I could tell he had a smirk plastered on his face. She quickly nodded and headed to her other coworkers to ask for help about the mannequin or to talk about me.

After a little while, the girl came and gave me the dress. She was an average height for a Filipina girl and she was quite fashionable too. "That's the last dress we have, no sizes or colors to choose from. Sorry."

They probably only had one dress of each because the company was selling their items too expensive and no one would buy. I fake another smile and Harry and I go straight to the change room. He quietly sits on one of the couches outside the change rooms while I wait in line. After a few minutes I feel my phone vibrate.

From: Harry

*Do you need help taking your clothes off in the room??* I roll my eyes and make eye contact with him. He flashes a cheeky smile and purposely puts his tongue between his index and middle finger. I look around quickly to make sure no one is looking. I make it into the room and try the dress on quickly. The dress was magnificent, I actually see myself wearing this. I leave the room to see Harry with a cheery smile.

He looked at me with awe. His lips slightly parted while he flipped his hair out of his face. He rests his elbows on his thighs and begins to joke around. "You look like a farmer wearing that with your converses but when you wear heels God,  you would look so hot I would fuck you right in front of the altar." He seductively says while I blush. I look around and find other girls staring at us in shock, some were disgusted, and some were turned on. Fuck.

I go back to my room and change just as fast as before. Once Harry and I began to line up that's when I checked the price. Shit $170 I shouldn't be surprised but. Harry was checking the stuff in the boxes beside the line until he fixes his attention to me.

"What happened, Lauren?" he asks curiously. I clear my throat and begin to explain.

"The dress isn't really my ideal price range." I act like it's not bothering me at all when it is.

"I could pay for it." He suggests while shrugging his shoulders. I was about to disagree when he interrupted. "Look, it's my mum's wedding don't worry. I don't give a fuck about the wedding at all I just want to spend time with you. I want you to be happy okay?" he snatches the dress from me and quickly heads to the cash register.

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It's like 6:30 right now and harry and I were in the food court having dinner. Our flight was tomorrow at 3pm so we weren't in a rush. Harry was wearing a pink Floyd shirt with some black skinny sweatpants while I wore a WSU sweatshirt and some yoga tights. We're like the chilled back type of couple; not giving a fuck about other people. We bought some extra stuff too. Harry bought some new clothes at Topman and Zara. I necessarily didn't buy anything for me but I bought Harry's mum and step father a wedding gift. It was this really cute tent that had stringed lights on them, to go. Harry told me that his mother loved spending time in the garden and so I thought maybe at night they could have a picnic or something and of course Harry laughed at the idea.