12.24.07

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4pm - 06/17/2017 - A mall in Dallas, TX

"You really don't have to buy us clothes." I say, walking through the store.

"I do because I can't walk next to you while you're in those briefs." Zayn chuckles, following me around. "Especially him who had a blood stained shirt."

We look at Dylan who had his attention somewhere else. Dylan insisted on a new suit, so that's what Zayn bought him and a couple casual outfits. Zayn stops at a table and picks up a pair of jeans.

"How are these?" he shows them to me.

I immediately check the price first and shake my head. "Thirty dollars?" I raise an eyebrow. "That's too much. You already spent a lot at Victoria's Secret. Also, Dylan's outfits were way up there."

"Sweetheart, I can afford it." he laughs. "Come on, lets get a shirt and you can go try it on."

We search the store until I find a random shirt. All of us make our way to the dressing room then Dylan stops, frowning in a certain area.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" I question.

Zayn groans, rolling his eyes. "He's being annoying, that's what. He's been doing that since we got here."

"Do you see that over there?" Dylan glances at us then back to the area.

Zayn and I look to where he was pointing to see nothing.

"Dylan there's nothing there." I sigh.

"I swear, I saw something." he defends, looking completely confused.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Zayn says, pushing past me.

I grab Dylan's arm and pull him with me as he kept his eyes on the same spot. We make it to the dressing room and an employee leads me to a room while the boys stayed behind. Once I got into the room, I sit down on the bench because I was tired. I just wanted to rest without worrying for once. I lean back and close my eyes until there was a small knock on the door. I quickly stand up, pulling the briefs off.

"I'm still changing, Zayn." I tell him, sliding into the jeans that fit perfectly. The knock appears again as I pull off my shirt and repeat myself, but he still knocks. I groan, slightly opening the door and peeking through the crack. "I said I'm still changing-"

The door was pushed open and I'm forced back. I gasp about to yelp, but his hand flies over my mouth.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Harry shushes me. "I promise you, I won't. Do you trust me?"

He stares into my eyes then removes his hand when I nod. I don't trust him, but it was the only way to get him off of me.

"H-how did you-"

"What has Zayn told you?" he interrupts.

"He didn't- nothing. He told me nothing about you." I lie.

He clenches his jaw. "Don't lie to me." he snaps, glancing down at my chest.

I pick up the shirt and pull it over. "He didn't tell me anything."

"Dammit, Lucy." he says through gritted teeth, grabbing my shoulder then pushing me against the wall. "Stop lying to me!"

"Get off of me." I demand, pushing him away. "I'm not going to tell you, so if you're not going to hurt me then leave me alone and leave Dylan alone."

Harry starts smiling at me. I question it, but he shakes his head. "You're just so stubborn." he tells me. "And very loyal which is quite appealing to me."