Yes, Maybe, or No?

Chapter Two

"So... Where to?" Liam asked, looking at the large map of the mall.

"Sally's Beauty Supply!" Zayn called out.

I raised an eyebrow. "You looking for some new lipstick?" I asked.

He pouted, realizing what he had just said. "It's for the hair!" he protested, smoothing back his little ski jump of a hairstyle.

"Whatever suits your cupcake," I shrugged. Harry smirked from behind Zayn and Zayn turned around and punched him in the arm.

"Jack Wills!" Harry announced with a slightly pained expression from the previous punch.

I agree with Harry. "Yep, Jack Wills! Any um," I looked at Zayn. "Other suggestions?" I asked. He shook his head sadly. "Oh it's okay Zayn, we'll get you some hair stuff later okay?" I patted his ski jump awkwardly.

He let out a sigh of relief and I laughed.

"COME ON!" Louis yelled and dragged me into the Jack Wills store. Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Harry all ran to the men's section while Niall stood next to me.

"Aren't you gonna go shopping?" I asked, gesturing to where the four boys were running away from a yelling Louis wearing a hot pink sports bra over his striped tee. Mature boys... Real mature. I could never get used to this.

Niall shook his head. "Nah, I just went shopping before you arrived," he informed me, taking a step forward and gesturing to his outfit of tan chinos, red polo, and (new?) purple supras. I nodded. "But you, my love, have got to get something new here, if not buying the whole ladies section so let's go!" he announced, taking my arm and dragging me over to a rack of shirts and dresses.

"I don't really want new-" I started.

"Here," Niall tossed me a pile of blue and white things. "And here," he walked over with an armful of day dresses, hoodies, and jeans. He pointed to the dressing rooms. "Go," he commanded.

I rolled my eyes and took the piles of clothes. "Yes sir," I grumbled and headed to the large dressing room area.

The pile of clothes got dumped onto the tiny little bench and I got started with the first item on the top. A navy and pink striped polo, one of Jack Wills' originals. Easy enough, but more of Louis choice than mine, as Daisy once stated when she saw me one day in a stripe shirt.

"Let us see!" a group of British accents demanded.

"No!" I retorted, pulling off the shirt and slipping on another. After going through almost the whole pile, I heard a small scratching sound at the door.

"Shut up, be quiet!" I heard a boy's voice whisper quietly. The scratching sound became louder and I knew something was up. 

"Are you trying to," I flung open the door. "Pick the lock?" I asked as five boys fell into the dressing room, Harry holding a small paper clip all bent out of shape and covered in oil. I wrinkled my nose at it. 

Niall was the first to recover. "Wow, you look..." he looked me up and down and I realized I had worn the most outrageous thing on the Earth.

"Hot!" Zayn whistled through this teeth. I shot him a look of shut the fuck up. He winked and I rolled my eyes.

I looked down and mentally slapped myself for not paying attention to what this was. "Is this a dress or a shirt?" I asked, trying to pull down the flared out bottom of this "Dress".

"It doesn't look too bad..." Harry commented.

"Shut it," I demanded, pushing him out of the dressing room. He shrugged.