50 Shades of Sex (Harry Styles)

Chapter Six

"Try this dress," He says, holding up a short black dress using his large hand. We've been searching for the most sexiest dress, and I think he thinks that, that dress he's holding up might be the one.

I take the dress out of his hands, and look at it. It's too short for my liking, and too 'revealing'. I think it would only cover my intimate areas, but to think that it would definitely show my cleavage (not that I have one, I guess), and my bloated thighs. God, this dress would ruin me even more.

"No," I quickly refuse, shaking my head so hard it hurt. "that dress is for pretty girls. Not for girls like me." I tell him, returning the dress where it rested the first place. He sighs as a reply, biting the inside of his cheek, that one thing he does when he's thinking.

"Em, if you want to get laid, you better wear some shit." He says, making me frown.

"That is my point. I don't want to get laid." I state. "Whatever that meant," I mumble to myself, not wanting him to hear that sentence.

"Well, this is a fucking fail." He comments, spreading his arms out and letting it fall to his sides. "All I'm asking is you to try this dress on, for God sakes." He harshly pleads. I should be getting mad at him now, but I couldn't help but enjoy this. He sounds like he's begging, and it makes me kind of feel special, because the way he's spoken told me that he really wanted to see me wearing a dress.

"Not looking like this," I say, pointing directly to my face. I hate my face, because of my freckles, manly eyebrows, and my mini mustache. I don't know why I even had manly eyebrows. Or freckles. God, I don't even know why this handsome boy is talking to me!

"What are you talking about?" He asks, as if he didn't get my sentence. I didn't respond, so he continued speaking. "Okay, fine. Let's go to the fucking Face It and buy some fucking cream for your fucking freckles. And let's cut your hair, Em. Jesus, your hair got even frizzier." He says, touching my hair as he laughed. I didn't want to cut my hair. My hair is long, just the way I like it. My mother have always told me that my hair was wavy, but I didn't quite saw it because of the frizz.

"Okay, after we go to the Doctor or the Dermatologist for your. . . Whatever you call that, we'll go to continue shopping. Is that clear?" He asks, and I nod with a lazy groan. He sounds like a teacher. Too bad I'm the only student.

Harry's POV

We did as I told. We went to the dermatologist to clean Emerald's whole body. I don't know if that's the dermatologist's job, but I intend to call them that anyway.

As they took Emerald away, I went back to Forever 21 to retrieve the black dress from earlier. I thought that it would really look good on her, but I couldn't imagine, since she hasn't worn a single dress for her whole life. As she was away, I'd bought her hundreds (or maybe close to a hundred) of clothes from different clothing stores. I've bought her four dresses, three tank tops, six shirts, five shorts, and three high-waisted skirt from Forever 21, one wedge shoes, three heels, and sandals from Louis Vuitton and Charles and Keith, five different fucking handbags from fucking Prada and fucking Gucci, and two backpacks from Jansport.

I kind of felt bad for myself, though. Because I spent more than three hundred thousand dollars just for her. Well of course, let's not forget the Lingeries and Bra's that I've bought for her as well. Fuck, she better love me now or else.

I glance to my watch, seeing that it's almost nine. The image of Emerald hit my mind, and a flash of excitement ignited inside me. She's probably finished or something, but I don't care.

I needed to see her. To see that she has transformed into someone different.

Emerald's POV

"Where the duck is he?" I mutter, tapping my foot onto the floor impatiently as I wait for another thirty minutes. My whole body stings. Literally. My skin was like skinned, my face was like drowned into a bucket of acid, and I could barely even feel my hair because of its smoothness. Yes, my whole Goddamn appearance has changed, and I didn't liked it at all.

I loved it.

Holy cheese, I could barely even recognize my face! I look like mom, though. Well at least I now know that I'm not adopted, because I look like my mother. And thank God for my eyebrows. They're all fixed. And! My mini mustache is gone!

It's amazing how this could all occur in one day, but it sure hurt like hell. I mean, every time the air hits my skin, every part of it stings. I couldn't even make myself touch my very own skin. But I still hated my thighs, though. They still look like they're bloated or something.

But one thing for sure, is that once Harry finds me, he's going to make me do things I've never imagined myself doing.

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