Trapped In A Mall With One Direction

Chapter Five

Harry's POV:

Half an hour later, Dezi and I were in Victoria's Secret. She had clamied that she wanted a new pair of sweatpants, but somehow we had ended up here instead.

I rummaged through the clothes and picked up a black lacy "bra." If you could even call it that. It didn't really...cover anything.

"Hey Dezi! You should get this!"

Her head popped up from behind some racks. She saw the bra and laughed, doubling over and holding her stomach. Her dark eyes even filled with tears. "Harry...you...pervert..." she chocked out.

I smirked evily. If she thought that was funny, she would love this. I unstrapped the bra and took off my shirt, then put the bra back on myself. Dezi's eyes widened.

"Do I look sexxxaaay?" I asked posing like the models on the walls were.

"Ehhh. You're decent," she said, smiling.

"Just decent? That's all I get?!"

"Yeah. Decent." Then she began to walk away, her shoulders shaking with laughter. "I really do need sweatpants though. Come on."

We took the escalator up and immeditely Dezi dove into the pants. She ran out to the changing rooms, calling, "BRB!" When she came back out she was in black sweatpants that were too big on her and a pink tank-top.

She posed. "Do I look cute?"

Yes. Yes, she so, so , so flacking did. "Ehhh. You're decent," I said, smirking.

Her jaw dropped. "You're horrible," she spat, throwing a pair of blue panties at me, which I caught in  my mouth, awarding me more laughter and tears from Dezi.

"Well, let's go find a place to crash," I told her and began to walk out of the door when I felt her warm hand on my arm.

"Harry?" She asked.

"Yeah?

"You still have the bra on."

Dezi's POV:

Harry looked really hot shirtless, even with a bra on too. Not that I was gonna, like, tell him that.

Anyways, now we stood in front of ELECTRONICS AND MORE and Harry was looking at me like I was from another plantet. "Why did you want to come here?" he asked. "They don't have any beds."

"No, but they do have masssage chairs. And those are amazing," I said, walking into the room and flying onto a tan chair that began to message my back. Harry shrugged and sat down in the chair to me, and I watched as his green eyes grew wide.

"Ohhhh. Oh! Ohhhh, crap, that feels good," he sat, his eyes rolling around and a smile growing on his face. "Sooooo goood."

I smirked, knowing the feeling as the chair began to work out the tigh spots and knots in my back. "I could fall asleep on this thing," Harry said, his accent purring and mixing in with his deep voice.

I laughed, "That's kind of the idea smart ass."

"Oh," he said, "Who would know that you're actually kind of smart?"

"Who would know that you could figure out how to take a bra off?

Addmitiley, he had gotten it off faster than I would have thought he would have. It just took him a bit though. He had some issues with unhooking the strap.

Harry just laughed and then faced me in his chair. "In the morning our backs are going to feel sooo good."

"Yeah. Yeah, they are."

AN: Ahhhh, young love. Anywaysss i gotta go to school now. So...bye!