Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

We walk inside the mall, Louis and Niall leading us directly to Old Navy; where I had mentioned I do most of my shopping.

The boys continue with their shenanigans as we walk throughout the shop, sometimes purposefully picking up hideous items of clothing and showing me, knowing full well that I'd turn them down.

After trying on every single item of clothing that we consecutively picked out, having a mock fashion show in the changing rooms (even gaining the attention of actual older women who seemed to really click with the boys), we are finally heading towards the checkout.

I feel my stomach tighten again at the thought of the boys paying for everything again.

Zayn, most likely seeing my reaction as we neared the register, ushered his way through the boys to me. 

"Let's go to American Eagle and pick out some pants and other clothes." He links his arm around mine and leads me towards the exit, ignoring my pleading eyes. 

We go across the concord and into the American Eagle, moving towards the large racks of clothing.

"I know you don't like when we pay for you, but we want to help you. If anything, why don't we skip American Eagle for now and go to Victoria's Secret; I have a feeling you don't want all of the boys crowding around while you're buying undergarments." He says. 

I nod my head rapidly and he laughs at my reaction. We walk out of the door and to the Victoria's Secret, which is only a few stores away.

I pick out a wide range of different types of undergarments, between high-waisted, bikini, briefs, and a couple of more sexual pairs. I do the same things with the bras, after getting help from one of the workers to measure properly to know what size to pick from. 

I start to sneak towards the register, stopping near the register where the perfumes are. I test a couple of the scents, picking out the couple that I like. I also make sure to stop by the pajamas, grabbing a couple pairs of sleeping shorts and shirts, including a velvet star kimono, which I couldn't resist buying. 

I approach the register once I'm the only person in line and set my stuff onto the counter. I converse lightly with the woman behind the register, fishing around in my front pocket until I can pull out my debit card.

After I get the total, I'm about to insert my card when someone beats me to it with their own card. 

"I told you, dearie; I'm paying for your shopping trip today!" Zayn says in an elderly woman's' voice. I give him pleading eyes, but he doesn't budge, starting to converse with the woman behind the register. Once the card-reader beeps, Zayn takes his card back out and puts it into his pocket. 

The woman behind the register smiles and hands me the bag, placing the receipt inside. Zayn links my arms with his, leading me out of the door and into the concourse, seeing the other boys standing outside of the Old Navy looking around, most likely for us. 

"Okay, so I can't let you out of my sight, got it," Zayn teases as we begin to walk towards the boys.

"I could've paid for it myself," I pout, looking up at Zayn as we walked.

"I thought we explained this - you will never have to worry about being completely independent and not ask for help ever, ever again."