The Book of One-Shots | One Direction & 5 Seconds of Summer.

Chapter 2 (Harry.)

Harry one shot. (Smut)

Your P.O.V.

I step through the automatic opening doors of the store, sighing as the warm air hits my cold cheeks.

"Hello!" One of the workers at the check out desk says happily.

I smile and nod over at her before walking around the store, finding a couple dresses that I came across whilst walking to the bra and panties aisle.

I need new sexy bras and panties.

What? I do. Just in case I get some dick, I wanna be prepared.

I look through the many racks of bras and chonies, grabbing a few every now and then.

As I turn to go look at other racks, I end up bumping into someone, both of us dropping our bras and such.

I kneel down and pick up the scraps of clothing of the floor before standing back up to hand the stranger back her under garments.

"Sorry about that, here you-.." I stop in mid sentence, holding out the black lace bra with matching thong out to the..guy?

An insanely hot guy at that.

"These aren't mine, I swear. I work here and I was putting these back." He says, laughing softly, grabbing the clothes from my hands.

Goddamn is he hot. Fit, tall, well dressed, green eyed, curly hair boy.

Fuck me.

"Do you need any help, or are you good?" This walking piece of sex asks.

"Erm...Yeah. Where are the dressing rooms?" I shift awkwardly, clutching onto the clothes I thought were appealing.

"Sure, this way." He smiles and turns, walking in the opposite direction, me following close beind.

"Here we are." I step into the room as he opens the door.

"Thanks." I reply, setting the clothes down on the chair.

"No problem, let me know if you need anything else." And with that, he walks out and shuts the door.

I sigh and kick off my shoes before undressing, placing my clothes neatly next to the dresses that I'm gonna try on.

I'm not trying on those bra and panties. It's weird to try them on in the store before washing them..

Maybe that's just me?

Plus, what if you don't like them? After you just...Never mind.

I grab onto the red, quarter sleeve dress and begin to put it on.

I stretch my arms out behind my back, attempting to grab and zip up the zipper, but failing.

"Fucks sake.." I groan.

I quickly turn around as the door swings open, covering up my chest even though it's covered by the dress.

"Sorry sorry sorry..I heard you and I thought you needed help and yeah.." The sex God that helped me earlier stutters.

"It's okay.." I pause and smile, moving my hair to the side.

"Can you zip me up?" I ask as I turn my back towards him.

He steps over to me, looking at me through the full body and grabs the zipper, slowly pulling it up, his fingers grazing over my skin slightly.

"Thank you.." I say, looking at my side-view in the mirror.

"Looks really nice." He mumble, obviously checking me out, but I pretend not to notice.

I smile and smooth my hands over the fabric slowly.