Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter Twenty Four-Who Are You?

Chapter Twenty Four

When Louis opened that door, people swarmed inside the place. Of course, that was after he had opened the door dramatically only to scare the piss out of the pizza delivery guy. I felt so bad for him, I made Liam tip him an extra couple of bucks. The people arrived an hour later, much to Louis’ dismay. Apparently when he called everyone, he had told them a different time than he was actually thinking of. Silly boy, he was. I was happy though, because that gave me a chance to take a shower and get ready. The rest of the boys were pretty excited about that too.

I was really sad though. Even though I was happy to be able to see my boys and hang out with them, I missed my girls deeply. Sure, we texted all the time, but I wanted to have an actual face to face conversation with them. The thought made my already deep frown deepened even more. I was surely going to get wrinkles if I kept this face up for long. I sighed loudly to myself and threw the shirt I had been holding back into the closet angrily. I’m pretty people had already shown up, but I still couldn’t find a single thing to wear. Where was my possy when I needed them most?

“HARRY EDWARD STYLES.” I called loudly from my seated position in front of my open closet.

Thumping and thudding was heard, until my door opened, and there stood a very attractive looking Harry Styles. He was wearing dark jeans, which hugged probably a little too tight, but hey, he looked good in them. He also was wearing a white button down shirt, with a small bow tie. His perfectly tousled curls made even me envious. I mean, there’s just something about those curls that drives anyone crazy!

“Someone is wanting to make girls prego by just the mere sight of them.” I told him with a smirk as he walked over to where I was sitting. 

“Eh, I try.” He responded, before looking at the massive heap of clothes in front of me. “So, you need outfit help?”

“Desperately.”

“Well...” He started to say, scratching his chin with fingers. “How about this and this?” He asked, picking up a pair of dark skinny jeans with a white one shoulder top that had a swirl of blues, greens, and purples. 

I thought about it a second, mulling the idea over in my mind. It seemed that a good choice, but it needed something. “It needs something.” I told Harry, speaking my thoughts.

Harry walked over to my accessories, pulling out some silver hoops that I had bought while the boys were on tour, but had never had the opportunity to wear them out. He faced me, raising them up to his face, and raising an eyebrow as if to say ‘what about these?’. 

“I love those.” I said, reaching out for them greedily.

He handed them too me, and I slipped them on, turning my head in the mirror. I smirked again, seeing the outfit come together in my head. 

“Thank you so much Harry!” I told him, hugging him forcefully. “Now, get out so I can change!”