Dangerously {h.s.}

Nine

It's been about a week since the incident and Harry has had all of his mood swings where he's happy one second and mad the next. Truth be told, I think he was drunk when he was being nice to me. He never did properly thank me for taking care of him when he got hurt, but it was okay. Sometimes, you just have to know that people are thankful even when they don't show it or say it.

Harry has been busy all week in his office and Louis came over a couple of times. I really just wanted to see Briana, though. She never showed so I have been sitting in my room for the past week just waiting for Harry to barge in and torture me. At this point, I have gotten used to it and Harry doesn't do it as aggressively as he used to; my guess would be that he did it because I wrapped his left ring finger.

Right after I was done making breakfast, I noticed Harry wasn't at the dining table to eat. I went to his shut, office door and knocked on it lightly. No response. I knock again, only a little louder. No response. I sigh and walk across the living room and back to the dining table. I sat down and ate my pancakes.

When I was about halfway done, I heard the front door open vigorously. I turned my head around to see who was there and just was the closed door. Than I heard footsteps running up the stairs. It must just be Harry, coming home from God knows where. I continued to gnaw down on my pancakes.

The footsteps start to rumble down the stairs quickly again. It scared me a little but, but I didn't let it worry me because I knew it was just Harry wearing his chelsea boots. I chuckled softly under my breath at the thought of them. The small heel doddle and click down the stairs and it was a soothing sound to my ears if I was honest. I sat up to hear it better and it just got louder, leaving my brain to calm itself.

Harry walked in the room and flared his little nostrils. "We are going out tonight for Louis' birthday. His birthday was actually 3 months ago, but we've been so busy so it's tonight." Harry said sitting down and eating his breakfast at the other end of the table.

"Wait, when's his actual birthday?" I ask harry from across the dining table.

"December 24th. It's now March 24th." He replies shoving a small, cut up pancake in his mouth.

"When are we going out tonight?" I look down at my plate to see my unfinished food. I suddenly wasn't hungry.

"The party starts at 7. We are leaving at 8 and probably not coming back until very very late or early in the morning." He stabs the pancake with his knife and saws it, placing the other utensil in his mouth only seconds after.

I looked down at my watch and read 11:41 AM. I have a long time to get ready.

Harry got up from the table and I noticed he scarfed the pancakes down so fast, that he was done by time the conversation was over. He paced through the dining table and to his office. As he was about to shut the wooden door, he turns around and speaks one more time. "By the way, I bought you a dress. I placed it on your bed. You should check it out once you're done eating." He smirked and made an odd sound from his cheek and mouth while he pointed finger guns at me. To finish it off, he winked and walked into the office and shut the door.

"Great." I muttered as I rolled my eyes. "Just what I wanted to wear; a dress."

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It was 4 PM and I decided I should start to get ready. I still haven't seen what the dress looks like.

I walk up to my room and saw the closed door. I turn the knob and walk into the velvety room that was very beautiful with the sunshine sleeping through the windows. I glanced over to my bed because something sparkly caught my eye. I walk to the front of it and see the sparkles were placed into a long and flowy, black party dress.

I pick up the piece of art and admire it. I was quick to take off my clothes and step into it. It looked good from my eyes perspective so I decided to go to the body-mirror and check it out.

I step in front of it and look up from my feet, instantly cringing at the sight of it on me. I didn't look good. The dress didn't look good on me. Than I remembered taking a fashion camp freshman year.

I ran down the stairs, hearing the tapping of my own feet race. The kitchen was my destination and I searched through the drawers. Than I found two of my tools to use. I remembered seeing strong in the closet up the stairs so I run back up the stairs and search through the closet where I had seen it.

My blue eyes finally met the string in the closet. I take it and run back into my room. I had a perfect image in my head to what I was going to do with the string, needle, and scissors in my hand.

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I finally stepped into the shiny, black dress that had now been above my knees. I cut off all of the extra materials and sewed it.

I run into the closet and grab some soft black heels and place them on my tan feet. Now the body mirror was telling me that I was looking amazing and I felt confident in this dress. It was now 5:30 and I had to get my makeup and hair done.

I walk into the bathroom and apply a glowy moisturizer on my face to start off the look. Next I did my eyebrows and reflected on a makeup video I had seen on YouTube. The woman called it 'a seductive arch.' Than, I decided to apply medium-cover foundation all over my face and part of my neck. I placed the very light concealer in the corner of my eye and the darker one right in front of it and than I blended it  to match. Next was powder, which was pretty easy. Than so on from, contour, to eyeshadow, to blush, highlighter, an than my infamous red lipstick.

This is not what the Autumn looks like, but this is just what the eyeshadow looks like:

Next I decided on straightening my blonde hair. I didn't want it to be straight and boring, but it was already 7:30 and we were going to leave at 8. I had no time to do anything special or fancy so all I could do was straighten it to look better.

Once I finished, I heard the raspy voice of Harry, yelling downstairs about how we were going to leave soon.