Sparks Fly (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Mae was dragged by Harry into Les Robes de Marie and was quickly overwhelmed by the gorgeous, colourful, long gowns that were in there. She kept looking right and left as she followed Harry’s footstep. She saw so many beautiful things out there. Blue gowns, rose ones, red, black or even yellow. The fact was that they were all looking so expensive and she didn’t want Harry to spend a single dollar on any of these. Her eyes caught a label on one of the dress: “1’600$”. No way! There was no way either Harry or herself would pay that much for a dress! Her mouth opened, still looking at the label, Mae ran into a employee.

” -Oh god! Sorry! I-I wasn’t paying attention, my bad…

 -Umm, it’s umm okay… Marie il y a fille qui parle anglais, je comprends rien!” Good, the employee was French. Even though she took French class at school, Mae could barely say: “Hi my name’s Mae, I’m from Edmonton.” A short lady came out of a door, obviously, it was Marie.

“Okay, laisse-moi-la! Hi, my name’s Marie and I’ll help you find the perfect dress. Will you follow me, please?”

Mae looked at Harry with a imconfident look. He winked back and squeezed her hand in respond. The two followed the blonde lady as she lead them to a small room apart from the rest of the store.

” -So here, you can find the prettiest dresses of the shop as your boyfriend asked us. From your skin, eyes and hair, I’d go with a green, blue or black gown. Feel free to ask me anything.

 -Umm, thank you.

 -Come on Mae, look at this one! Try it on!

 -Harry, haven’t you seen the price? 2’000$? I’m gonna pay for that?

 -Of course not! Like I said so before!

 -Before you cut me, I would’ve told you that there was NO WAY you were going to pay a single thing on any of those dresses.

 -Just try it! You’ll change your mind” He made those eyes that Mae could not refuse to. She took the dress from his hands going back on her heels to the small cabine in the back of the room. She took off her clothes and put on the dress, knowing she would never buy it anyway. She opened the door emotionlessly. Harry was standing there his phone out to take a picture.

” -You cheeky bastard didn’t just did what I think you did!

 -Just look at yourself!” She turned around to the mirror. Her jaw dropped. Her brown curly hair fell on her shoulders framing her green eyes who were lighting up from the colour of her dress. She let her astonnishment for that single second and she could see Harry’s smile of satisfaction. She took over herself trying to find reasons not to buy it, because it really was tempting.

“I think it’s tight. And it’s too fluffy don’t you think?” Harry held is head from his phone with a smile.

“I think it fits you perfectly. Looks like I’m not the only one who agrees!” He held her his phone opened on twitter. He had tweeted the picture of her in the dress saying: “Is she gorgeous? My little Mae? xx” Thousands of girls answered back with comments of astonnishment. She scrolled down his mentions and read most of them, her eyes growing huge at every comment. She looked back at Harry’s beautiful cheeky face.

“You don’t know just how beautiful you really are.”

Mae hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could. A smile was growing bigger and bigger on her face as Harry laught in her hair.

“Take it off, we’ll buy it” Mae tried to protest again but she just couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t, because she knew deep down if she didn’t let him she would regret it later.

They walked out the shop with that huge bag inside, the green dress she was going to wear to the prom in a month.

” -So tell me when is that prom again?

 -June 10th. You’re going to be there, aren’t you?

 -June 10th? I’m in New York City, June 10th!

 -So you won’t be there? That’s what you’re saying?

 -I think so… Would you be mad?

 -Should I be? What are you going to do in New York?

 -Today Show, I think.

 -God dammit Hazza! Isn’t that in the day?

 -Yeah, I think I could make it in time with luck.” They headed to the hotel in an awkward position.

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“Paul, you don’t understand! I want and need to be at that prom!” Paul wasn’t going to change his mind. It was a ‘no’.