Since Liam and I acted out our little scenario, we haven't been able to get Harry to talk to us. We understand that he's angry, but the silent treatment? C'mon!
"Mate, it was a simple prank. Look, she's fine." Liam's arm found its way around my neck, resting in it's rightful place, and he pointed to my perfectly fine figure that wasn't hurt.
Harry opened the fridge and started bringing things out for his dinner, ignoring us still. He didn't look angry or upset, he was just acting as if we weren't in the room at all.
"Oh, c'mon Harry! Don't do this," I grabbed for his arm but he side-stepped away from my reach, spreading mayonnaise on a slice of bread.
"We'll make it up to you! What if Ashley and I take you out and we do anything you want? It will be an apology," Liam offers and I nod my head next to him, agreeing to his proposal.
"Okay," Harry spoke to us for the first time in 13 hours, and that took a huge weight off my shoulders. "But Ashley has to wear a dress when we go."
"Okay-"
"Whoa, what?" I cut off Liam and step towards Harry, hoping I didn't hear what I think I just heard.
"You heard me. A dress or I'll never forgive you," Harry said with an innocent shrug, shoving his recently made sandwich in his mouth.
"Okay deal, go change Ash," Liam nodded towards my bedroom. I shook my head, making no attempt to go to my room and change.
Harry sighed and left the room with a smirk, leaving a confused Liam and an angry me alone together. "Ashley! We almost had him, why won't you just go change into a dress?"
"Two reasons, Liam. First, I don't own one and second, I. Hate. Dresses. They're girly and gross," I lifted myself up on the counter and kicked my feet against it, staring down at my jean-covered legs.
"You don't own one at all? Like, if I went through your wardrobe, I wouldn't find a single one?" Liam interrogates, obviously as confused as ever.
"That's correct," I nod my head and he frowns. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a dress-hater. I'd rather die than wear a dress."
"C'mon," Liam takes my hand in his and pulls me off the counter. He gave me a quick smile as he led me outside and to the car.
"Please tell me we're going to find another park," I begged as Liam shoved me into the front passenger seat.
"Not quite," he chuckled, then ran around the front of the car to get in his side. "We are going dress shopping."
"No, no, no," I shook my head and reached for the door handle, but Liam locked the doors before I could escape. "Liam, no!"
"Liam, yes!" he laughed and began driving down the busy highway. "Look, it's just one cheap dress. You have to wear it once, then you throw it away if you want to. I'll even let you burn it."
"I refuse," I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him angrily, but I realized I wasn't very intimidating when Liam just laughed at me.
"You know you don't have a choice," he shook his head as he pulled into the not-so-vacant parking lot of the shopping centre we had spent out first time together in.
"I hate you," I mutter, staring out the window at the roofs of cars we drove past because I was sulking down in the seat and that's all I could see.
"Don't hate me," he laughs and brings the car to a stop. "Okay, before we go in we need to go over a few things."
"You sound like a dad," I stifle a laugh and he glares at me.
"Seriously. It's a Wednesday afternoon, there could be fans or paps or even both. We have to be prepared. I have to keep my sunglasses on and my hood over my head to help from being seen, alright?"
