estée decided to ignore what harry said. " i'm not sure what he meant by it but i'm sure it's nothing," she thought. harry led her out of the bathroom and to his closet. it was massive. at least 5x the size of estée's closet at home. she gawked at the perfectly arranged shoes on racks. it was organized by each piece of clothing, everything had a place to go. all of his pants, jeans, jackets, sweaters, t shirts, dress shirts, and pajamas were in their own sections.
in the middle of the closet was a table. it had drawers and a top that lifted up and was glass. on the top part of the island was watches, rings, necklaces, bracelets and cufflinks. everything was perfectly lined up and in order.
"everything here is so nice," she murmured as she ran her fingers along the hangers that held harry's clothes.
he nodded in response as he began searching for something for estée to wear. everything was way too big. he pulled shirts on and off the racks, holding them up to her small frame. he sighed in frustration.
"i'm sorry, baby. i thought i had some smaller shirts. one of these big ones will just have to do," he shrugged.
"oh that's fine. i can honestly just wear what i'm wearing," estée said, not wanting to be a burden.
"no, kitty. you need fresh clothes. i'll wash the ones you're wearing," he insisted.
estée just nodded.
"ahh here we go," harry said as he pulled a shirt off the rack.
it was swanky and long and black. it looked extremely soft and comfy. she smiled to herself. she was excited to wear one of harry's shirts. she pictured him in the long sleeve shirt. she imagined him wearing it with jeans and some cozy boots and maybe a necklace.
"you can wear this, darling. i'm going to try to find some pajama pants for you to wear. i think i have some with adjustable strings," he said, handing her the top. he walked to the section with pajamas.
she rubbed the fabric of the shirt between her fingers, it was soft and silky. she grabbed a pair of sweatpants that harry had handed to her. they were classic flannel pajama pants. she could never imagine harry in them.
"thank you so much, harry," the small girl said appreciatively.
"you're so welcome. i'll leave you here to change," harry said as he began exiting the closet.
estée had her back facing the door. what she didn't know was that harry was watching her through a crack in the door. he knew it was wrong but he just couldn't help himself. he watched estée pull the dirty t shirt over her head. she was left in a small plain bra. estée had very small breasts. the bra had very minimal padding and her nipples were visible through the fabric. she pulled down her pants that she was wearing. she stood in front of the mirror in white cotton underwear. harry's jaw dropped at the sight.
his eyes traced the curves of her young body. he frowned. the girl was very thin, she looked underweight judging by the sight of her ribs slightly poking at her milky skin. he noticed how her thighs were quite far apart. he noticed how boney her fingers were. harry made a mental note to work on getting her on a healthy diet so she could gain some weight.
despite estée's fragile appearance, estée's bum was perky and anything but thin. harry's pants tightened and that was when he knew he had to stop. he forced his eyes away from estée's body. he pinched the bridge of his nose. he decided to go downstairs and tell the cooks to make some food for him and estée.
she began putting on harry's clothes that he gave her. she began giggling to herself when she was completely dressed. everything was basically slipping off her. she struggled to keep the shirt on her shoulders and her pants around her hips. she decided that there was no way she could make this outfit perfectly stay on her so she left the closet and began looking for harry.
