Caroline pushed her way past the other girls, and started freaking out.
“Holy shit. I found the PERFECT thing! You’re going to love it. It is soo cute! At first, I couldn’t find anything, but after searching three stores,” She kept going, but I couldn’t hear her any more. My pulse was rapidly speeding up, and I could hear the blood roaring in my ears. The knot of nerves I had felt when I was calling him were back, and they were worse than ever. Reality began hitting, and I was actually going through with this.
When they finally noticed I was zoned out and wasn’t listening, I had eight frantic hands waving in front of my face. I snapped out of it, and they all looked at me with plain concern on their faces.
“What? Sorry,” I said, feeling mildly embarrassed. They wouldn’t stop asking me if I was ok now. “Will you show me already?” she just pushed the bag into my hands with a serious expression plastered on her face.
“I want it to be a surprise. Just go try it on.” I turned on my heels and found an open stall door. Yanking it closed, I stripped and pulled out the dress and slipped it on over my head. Next, I pulled out the heels, which were a peep toe peachy colored pump. Stalking out of the stall, there were all shocked faces looking at me.
“Wow.” They all said in perfect unison
“What are you talking about?” I said defensively, quickly I rushed over to the mirror to see what they were talking about. Wow was definitely the word to describe it. Caroline was amazing.
It was a gorgeous, almost vintage, cream lace, with peachy undertones, giving it just the perfect amount of color. It was thin strapped with a sweetheart neckline that was extremely flattering. With the light color, my sun kissed skin tone popped, and the length was perfect, not too vulgar, dusting just above my knees, and had a fitted top making my waist look super tiny. Does it sound cheesy if I was that the dress was made for me? I mean it really could have been. Amanda’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Uh.. hun, you better go get on your ball. Prince Charming will be here any minute.” They decided to start calling him that recently, yes, I realize its weird, and yes they are freaks.
We exit the bathroom in a mob, and say goodbye, dispersing. I am left alone to walk myself to the exit and nervous knot multiplies. As soon as I touch the mall entrance door, it triples again. It got even worse as I picked a ball and attempted to daintily climb on top of it, if that is even possible. The longer I sat, the more agonizing the waiting got. Two minutes seemed to be two hours, and the longer I waited, the longer I began doubting his appearance.
Just as I was about to crawl down off my ball, feeling crestfallen, a familiar figure approach.
“You must be Hannah,” He said, taking my hand and kissing it. His voice popped my heartstrings like nothing I had ever thought possible, and the touch of his lips sent shivers up my spine.
“Yes, and you are?” I replied, trying to keep my composure. His face was shockingly attractive, even almost fully covered by those same goofy sunglasses. I swear to god, he got them from the women’s department.
“My name is Harry.” I almost let myself laugh, but caught myself. That cant really be his name.
“What?” he said, his expression turning immensely confused.
“It’s just that you remind me of THE Harry Styles. I mean it’s kinda creepy. You both have the same hair and accents, and name.”
