Just Friends. [h.s]

11: a sexy clown

"How do I look?" I ask Harry as I turn around showing him my dress.

His mouth gapes. He is speechless. "Yo-you look beautiful." I blush when he says this. I'm trying my hardest to hide my feelings.

I giggle. "Well, you look like a clown, a sexy clown." I say checking out his red and navy stripped suit. No normal teenager would even think about wearing this, but Harry is the opposite of normal. That's what makes him so attractive to so many peoples eyes. He isn't afraid of being who he is.

He grins. "A sexy clown? I'll take that as a complement." He should.

I smile, looking at myself in the mirror. This dress shows a lot a cleavage, which I don't mind at all. I look good, and I know it.

Harry appears behind me, giving me a backwards hug while looking at himself in the mirror as well. "I'm thinking about cutting my hair."

I gasp. His hair is one of my favorite things about him. The way his curly locks fall just above his shoulder is so sexy. "You better not! I will literally kill you." I forcefully tell him, making him laugh.

"Okay, okay I won't, but I'm only growing it out till it gets long enough for charity." I smile at his words. Harry is actually one of the most genuine person I've ever met.

He clears his throat, unwrapping his arms from me. "I should get going. Have to meet up with Taylor to take pictures." He gathers his things, about to head out the door, but stopping first. "Save me a dance?"

I nod. "Of course." I can't help but blush. Taylor was actually so lucky to have him. She better not fuck this up. Actually, please mess up with him so that I can be with him. Now that's my selfishness talking.

Once he left, I did my final touches before I heard my doorbell ring.

"Hey!" I say excitedly as I open the door.

Zayn's  mouth opens wide. "Wow, holy fuck. You look amazing." I smile, thanking him.

Then he pulls out a corsage from behind his back. "I hope this isn't too cheesy." He says shyly, pulling it out and putting it on my wrist.

"It is, but I like cheesy." I smile and give him a hug.

After that, we headed out to the venue. When we got there, pretty much everyone is already on the dance floor.

"Let's go find seats, shall we?" Zayn takes my hand in his. We are many stares walking in. Nobody would've thought that saying Zayn Malik would have a date, that date being me. The girl who was only known as being Harry's best friend.

Once we took our seats, I am immediately spotted Harry on the dance floor with Taylor. The way he was looking at her made my heart drop. Stella, snap out of it! You are here is Zayn.

"Want to dance?" I ask Zayn, starting to get out of my seat.

"I'm not really a dancer."

I scoff. "So you are really just gonna let me go dance alone?"

He shakes his head in defeat. "Just don't laugh at me." He chuckles as he gets up.

"No promises." I smirk, leading him to the dance floor.

As he started dancing, I couldn't help but laugh. He is so uncoordinated, but just to make him feel better, I start dancing like shit too. I threw in a booty pop every now and then of course.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry out of breath. I see your mouth to Taylor  'I'm getting water.' As he walks out of a crowd.

"I'm going to go get water." I told Zayn.