Wonderwall

Chapter 10

I slump into Harry, my head resting on his shoulder. School just finished and all I can think about is my prom dress that my mother savagely threw away.

This afternoon Michelle was asked to prom by one of her guy friends. It was the best promposal ever! A promposal is like a proposal but instead they're asking if you want to go to prom with them.

Jackson never promposed to me, I had just assumed we were going together. But now that we defiantly aren't, I'm stressed out because I'm worried I won't even go with anyone. It seems as if every girl has a date but me.

If only I could go with Harry. I would love to see him dressed up in a suit and tie, and a corsage buttoned onto his lapel. We would dance all night and have laughs with our friends. But of coarse that's practically an alternate universe. I can't see Harry agreeing to do that.

"Are you still upset about that damn dress?" He looks down at me. We are all sitting at the outside of the school, waiting for Zayn and Louis to get back from putting their books away.

"It was important to me!" I push away from him and pout my lips. "It's like she has zero respect for me." I mumble bitterly. "I spent hundreds of my own money on that dress and she just tossed it away as if it costed a few dollars!" I bunch my fists in anger, I can practically feel my face burning.

"If it really means that much to you- we could go right now and look for a new one?" Harry suggests, scooping his black book bag up from the grass.

I snap my head up to meet his eyes. "We?" I say almost too pathetically. "You would come with me?" I smile up at him. Harry blinks in confusion.

"Um.." He seems unsure of his next words. He looks over to Niall for advise, but all Niall does is stick his thumbs and smile in encouragement. "Yeah.. Sure.." He says in the cheesiest excited voice I've ever heard.

We end up going to a small dress boutique downtown. Harry takes his seat in the plush white chairs, leaning his elbows into his thighs as he waits. One of the employees helps me hang up all of my dress choices on the hooks in the change room. We spent almost twenty minutes just looking through the many racks of floor length dresses. We picked out ten. And when I say we I mean me. Harry just sulked around.

"Just give me a minute!" I call over the curtain. I hear Harry mumble something but I try to stay optimistic so I ignore it.

The first dress is long and made from a silk fabric. It has a halter strap that has the same silver glitter on it that the chest does. Down near my waist there is a thing line of more glittering jewels that acts as a belt. I twirl a few times in the mirror before pulling back the curtain.

Harry sits there mindlessly taping the screen of his phone. "Well?" I say to get his attention. He looks up from his phone, a bored expression on his face. He eyes me up and down before tilting his head side to side.

"No." He states with a displeased look. "It's not the right colour, and it doesn't fit you body properly." He points back to the change room, telling me to change out of it.

"I think it's kind of pretty.." I turn back to the mirror. The beautiful baby blue gown is now looking distasteful. It's funny how someone's opinion could change my mind so quickly. "Okay, okay!" I sashay back into the change room before trying on the next one.

The second dress was picked out by one of the workers. She said everyone's eyes would be on me if I wore this dress. It was pink and tight. Mermaid style. There were big ruffles that covered the single strap. I waddled out of the change room to be met by wide eyed Harry. "Defiantly not." He says quickly.

Before I can ask why he interrupts me. "It's too revealing!" He growls, pointing to my chest that has seemed to grown quite a bit since I put this dress on. I turn to leave but he snatches my wrist. "Spin for me first though." He smirks.