My Darling ♥

chapter 80

Harry's POV.

i watched Lizzy as she got dressed.

she was a goddess.

i was in a trance..

until she put on that beatles tank top.

don't get me wrong, i love the beatles..

it's just..

that was supposed to be a gift for Gemma.. before i got in a fight with her and gave it to Lizzy instead. 

when Lizzy went into the bathroom and started putting make up on it reminded me of one of my ex girlfriends..

she looked exactly the same, except with golden hair and ice blue eyes. 

~ ~ ~ FLASHBACK ~ ~ ~

"taylor! you have enough bloddy make up on! we're going to be late!" i shout over her peircing music booming form her ipod dock. 

"be patient harry. no one's even suppost to know we're doing this. we're supposted to be broken up"

"i think the paps got a few photos of me showing up here last night. we can't keep doin this. do you know what management would do if they found out i've been lying to them?"

"oh calm down. it's not like they can fire one of the hottest stars that keeps their charts at the top" 

i sigh, because i know she's right. 

i sit at the edge of her hotel bed and slip on my slick black dress shoes.

"i need to meet back up with the boys before we go to the vma's. i have to leave out the back entrance of the hotel so the paps don't see me"

"then go" she stops coating her eyelids with dark eyeshadow and looks back at me and smirks. "will you be back tonight?" 

"i don't know" i say and she continues doing her thick make up.

"do you honestly need that much make up?" i groan. 

"yes harry. get used to it"

"you're ruining your face with that stuff"

"really? am i?"

"yes. people shouldn't wear make up. they should show off their natural beauty"

"so you're saying i have natural beauty?" she starts to coat her eye lashes with mascara.

"possibly. but i wouldn't know now would i?"

"excuse me?" she stops and looks at me with her penciled eye brows furrowed together.

"every time i see you your face is covered with make up.. i'm not even sure if that's your natural skin color" i motion to her face. "and what the hell are you wearing?" i look over her dress.

the giant narrow dip in between her tiny breasts throws me off  but the spahetti straps that don't even cling to her shoulders makes her breasts look even smaller. if she goes down a flight of stairs, and takes one misstep.. everything will spill out of the top.. oh wait.. there's not much to see.

she looks over her dress and shrugs. "what's wrong with it?" 

i roll my eyes and stand. "nevermind" i say breathlessly, waling over to the door.

"harry!" she calls after me but i slam the door and walk away from her suite.

i hate it when gorgeous girls mask their faces and don't let anyone see what they truely look like.