Just One Thing (A One Direction/Logan Lerman Fan-Fic)

Why Dresses Suck

I need to keep updating. *hyperventilates* 

Must. Keep. Updating. 

Here's the next one guys.

I'm sah sahry it's sah late. I HOPSES YOU LIKESES IT! <3

*Tasha's POV*

"We're going where?!" I shrieked.

"SHOPPING!" sang Fizza, hugging her quilts to herself. Zainab giggled, grinning at me. I gaped at them, wide-eyed.

You've got to be kidding me.

"WHY do we have to go shoooopping..." I groaned, falling back onto the mattress and letting out a huff. The afternoon sun beat down pleasantly on my face. I lifted my head up to look at Fizza, a sudden ray of hope shining down on my mind.

"Can I-" I started.

"No, Tasha!" Fizza cut me off.

"You didn't even let me finish!!" I chuckled. She shook her head at me disapprovingly, as if she knew what I was about to suggest. Well, she knew.

"Can't I stay with the guys?" I finished hurriedly. Come on brain, some more excuses.

I hate shopping. Who shops?

Jeez, WHO SHOPS!?

"You are not staying with the guys, Tasha." Zainab scolded firmly. I whined. 

"We were supposed to spend a little girl-time together too, remember? Don't forget the other day when we made you try on those suits from the mens aisle.." Fizza blurted, breaking down into her contagious laughter. I giggled at the thought of the three of us at a mall in Dubai less than a week ago. It had been fun, admittedly. But I'm more of a...grocery shopping kind of person. Know what I mean?

I shrugged, accepting the inevitable. I did feel pretty shitty for having ditched my two best friends for the past two days. Leaving them with the four boys and keeping Harry around me the whole time. I hadn't even talked to the rest of the guys much. Oh god, I thought. I feel like such a bad person now.

"Can we explore the men's section here too?" I asked in a small voice, looking at both of them with an exaggerated pout and big, pathetic eyes. They burst into laughter, doubling up on the mattress and clutching at their sides. I grinned to myself.

"Sure we can!" agreed Zainab. "But wouldn't you rather just borrow Louis' or Liam's suits and try them on? They're both your size." she speculated. I shook my head hard. 

"No no no no no." I disagreed. "The guys aren't an option for men's clothes." I stated. It was like making rules for a board game. A really unfair board game. They hadn't even included Harry.

Or Zayn.

Or Niall.

As I was mentally rearranging my thoughts, Liam burst into the room. A clean, white apron hung around his neck. He was followed by a very excited looking Niall, and Louis, who wore a very badly made chef's toque. The sight of the three of them bursting in like excited pigeons made me gape in amusement.

"We have a special announcement!" boomed Liam, his voice theatrical yet musical. My eyebrows shot up in genuine curiosity.

"Calm down, Remy dè eager rrrat" I laughed, grabbing Louis' toque off his head and fixing it before placing it gingerly back onto his shiny brown hair. He grinned childishly at me. I returned it with utmost pleasure.

"What's going on here?" enquired Zainab, grabbing a brush and running it lazily through her long locks of rich brown hair. Fizza joined in, bright-eyed.