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Brooke's POV

"I'm not even hungry." I say.

"We could just go shopping and walk around and stuff.."

"Yeah..." I say casually, worrying I didn't say enough or wasn't as enthusiastic as possible.

→At the mall←

We walk silently, looking to get upstairs where all the good stores are. I watch Harry, just two steps in front of me but still off to the side.

He looks around and I wonder what he's thinking.

A beautiful girl with dirty-blonde hair and purple tips walks by.

I instantly envy her.

She has long hair, that she's curled. Her makeup is done perfectly, completed with winged tips. She's holding quite a few bags and is walking with a girl just as easily as beautiful.

The first girl I noticed is wearing a crop top- a cute and very hipster Pierce The Veil crop top.

I notice she has a hot topic bag in her right hand. I also glance at her perfectly done long, gel painted nails.

If I didn't know better I'd say they're fake....except girls like this don't have fake nails.

Harry quickly glances at her as she passes directly in front of us but he doesn't even watch her after she's walked out of his face.

He doesn't even think twice about looking back at her.

Not even in her tight booty shorts which frankly I could never pull off.

But Harry doesn't seem to mind her.

And look at me. I'm wearing hollister high-waisted shorts and a loose tank top from garage that says "I 🍩 care".

My hair is in a messy bun.

I look gross. My makeup is done but I increasingly start to feel insecure about everything I've ever wore in front of him.

"Hey. C'mon," he says, picking up his speed and running towards the elevator.

I follow him, and decide I must be somewhat okay.

We're not dating... Technically... Unless you count being told to date..

And maybe he just did it for show...but he didn't look at her like I often notice him looking at me.

"You wanna go into hollister?" He asks.

"Do you?"

"No" he says without hesitation.

I smirk and feel my face turning red.

"Let's go" he says sighing but laughing and pushing me along.

"You walk slow"

"You have longer legs" I say.

"Maybe I just walk fast."

"What is this? Are you admitting you are less than flawless?"

He goes to say something, undoubtedly I would call him a jackass for, but I cut him off.

"Hold that thought I'm gonna get my phone to record this!"

He laughs and pushes me into hollister.

I walk by all the long dresses, and go to the shorts section. There, I find a really cute pair of short jean shorts that have rips and studs and spikes all over them. I find my size and hold it up to my waist,