With Lips Like Fire He Burns Me

10. I'm Sorry You Saw Me Breaking But Stay With Me Don't Stray

Harry didn't know how he found himself in this mess. Well, he did, but he would prefer not to be reminded of his foolishness. Louis had briefly mentioned over pizza and their Stranger Things marathon that it would be, "Lovely if my girlfriend and best friend spend some time together and got along." Harry had meekly nodded, a bite of pizza stuck in his windpipe. He had swallowed tightly and refocused on Stranger Things, but it was hard to do with his hands clammy from sweat and his heart jackrabbiting out of control.

So. That was how Harry found himself shopping with Ana, holding her bags while she tried on outfit after outfit and occasionally asked him for his limited fashion expertise.

Harry trudged along, arms heavy with shopping bags. He rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek when Ana pulled him into Victoria's Secret. Inside, the dressing room was fairly lit with bright fluorescent lights. A catwalk ran down the hallway, accompanied with a nice, pleather sofa on one end. Harry settled himself on the surprisingly comfortable sofa, waiting for Ana to try on lingerie.

"Is it okay if he sits here while I try on outfits for my boyfriend?" Ana asked the female employee sweetly, showing off rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.

"Of course," the employee graciously said, buying Ana's faux-sickly sweet tone.

Ana clapped her hands excitedly and ran off into one of the stalls like a little girl buying princess pink dresses. Harry guessed that wasn't far off from reality.

Harry fiddled with his phone, losing time. The slick sound of rings going through rods was heard. Harry startled, looking up to see Ana dressed in lingerie. He wished he hadn't.

Ana came out wearing red and black lingerie, the material soft-looking and lacy. She had on top thigh, sheer black pantyhose attached with a garter belt. It enunciated her long, long legs. She placed her hand on her hip and walked down the runway, stopping to pose at the end and flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She winked flirtatiously at Harry and strutted back, swiveling her hips sexily.

Ana was undeniably beautiful. Harry could admit that.

"You think Louis would like it?" Ana asked, admiring herself in the mirror.

Harry's hand tightened into a ball of fist on his knee. He swallowed, pasting on a tight-lipped smile that felt too unnatural.

"Yes. He'll love it."

"Think so?" Ana's lips quirked.

"Mhm."

Ana proceeded to unclasp her bra.

"Woah! What are you doing?" Harry asked in a shrill voice, covering his bulging eyes with his hand.

"I'm changing?" Harry peeked one eye through the gaps of his fingers, grateful that Ana's breasts were covered by her long hair. Ana scoffed, stepping out of her black high heels. "Who cares? You're gay. My breasts won't excite you."

"It's inappropriate," Harry mumbled, his cheeks heating up.

"Prude," Ana chided.

Harry felt the silk material flung in his face. He waited until he heard the nice whoosh of the curtain closing. He opened his eyes, looking down at his lap where Ana discarded her bra and panties. He folded the lingerie into a neat pile as he waited patiently for Ana to get changed. She came out in all smiles.

"I'm buying these," Ana said, snatching the unraveling lingerie from Harry's hands.

After Ana paid with a swipe of her credit card, they stopped for ice cream at Baskin Robbins; strawberry ice cream for her and mint chocolate chip for Harry. Louis was right. Mint chocolate chip was better than Harry's favorite flavor, coconut.