Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Surprise and Spree

"Oh my god!" Fiona cried, crashing into me in a surprised hug. "Your mom said it was supposed to be a surprise! How'd you know I was coming?"

"I didn't! We just came out--" Thats's when I remembered Harry. He was standing where I left him, looking baffled. Fiona followed my gaze and her eyes got wide.

"That's Harry?" she stage-whispered, so practically everyone could hear. I nodded. I'd sent her pictures, of course, but the real deal was so much more beautiful. Especially with his curls all mussed from where my hands had been, his t-shirt rumpled from lounging all morning...

"Oh!" I said, snapping back to reality. "Harry, this is my best friend from home, Fiona. The one I was telling you about?" He nodded, suddenly shy. Harry, shy? Huh?

"Hello," he said, the glint slowly coming back to his eyes as he grew more comfortable. Fiona stared.

"Hi," she managed with a stupid grin. There was an awkward silence.

"So, Harry, don't want to kick you out, but..." I said finally. Harry, the angel that he was, grinned and nodded.

"See you tonight, love. Bring Fiona." I rushed up to him and gave him a kiss on the nose.

"Bye, Harry," I murmured. "Love you."

"I love you, lovely. See you later." Harry blew me a kiss, got in his car, and left.

"He. Is. So. Amazing," Fiona breathed. I stared after him, nodding slowly. Then, at the same time, we both broke out of a trance and went all over each other with questions. Meanwhile, mum had come out and was greeting Fiona's mom with a hug and amused smile.

"So what was Harry talking about tonight?" Fiona asked once we were settled in my room.

"You first!" I demanded. "How long are you staying?"

"Till school starts," she said like it didn't matter. "Tell what Harry was talking about!"

"He and a few friends have a band," I said. "Tonight's the first time I'll see them perform...or meet his friends, for that matter." But I'd lost Fiona at "a few friends".

"D'you...d'you think I'll find a...a Harry?"

I laughed. "If he hangs out with his own kind, then definitely." Fiona smiled dreamily. "We leave in about three hours." Then, all of a sudden, she jumped up.

"Yikes!" she cried. "What do I wear? I didn't come prepared for this!"

I sat, thinking for a minute. "Ever been shopping in London before?" A slow, sort of creepy smile spread across Fiona's face, but it stopped at a thought.

"Isn't everything like, super expensive?" I got up and pulled my wallet from my dresser. Holding up my very own sleek, silver credit card, I said,

"Did I mention that I'm now quite freakin' rich?" Fiona's jaw dropped.

"No, you forgot to mention that minor detail!" she squeaked. "Let's go!" I smiled and followed her out the door, then shepherded her back inside to put some shoes on, then back out, then back in what she realized she'd forgotten her phone.

"Bye mum we're going shopping be home in two hours bye!" I called, closing the door for the final time behind us.

The streets were packed. We hit every boutique within walking distance of my house, trying on dozens of pairs of shoes we would never wear, dresses that were so slutty they would even make Harry wince, and all the time took picture after picture of each ridiculous outfit.

By the time two hours was up we were sitting, exhausted, in a coffee shop, surrounded by bags of our treasures.

"This is the coffee shop where I met Harry," I told Fiona, just remembering it myself. It felt like such a long time ago.

"Really?" she said, looking around at the cafe in a new light. "Wow."

I chugged down the rest of my lukewarm chai latte and checked the time. "We should go," I said. Fiona nodded and picked up her bags. I stretched and did the same. Leaving a few dollars on the table, we trudged home.

"Mum, we're back!"

"Hi girls! How'd the shopping go?" she asked, coming to meet us at the door with a dishcloth in her hands.

"Great!" I said. "Oh, we're gonna be out tonight. I'm gonna show Fiona around and paint the town."

Mum smiled. "Sure. Just eat something before you go, will you?" We nodded and retreated to my room, where we spent the next half an hour loading all the pictures we'd taken onto my laptop and scrolling through them over and over, laughing uncontrollably.

"We should sent Harry some," Fiona suggested with a smirk. I giggled at the idea.

"Which ones?" I asked, scrolling through them again.

In the end, we decided on three: one of me in a huge floppy hat with a big purple feather, lime green stilettos, and a short strapless pink dress, giving the camera a sultry look on the brink of laughter.

The second was of Fiona in an edgy jean jacket over a flowery sundress, a fedora, and hot pink high tops, staring intensely into the camera like a motorcyclist.

The third we'd had some poor random saleswoman take and the best by far: I was sitting cross legged on the floor, tipping back in laughter, with mismatched Converse and star-spangled leggings under brightly colored shorts and a jean jacket of my own. The feathered hat look was back, except this time it was green and made me look like a peacock.

Fiona could be seen running across behind me, giving the camera a surprised look from under her sweatshirt hood. Over that she'd adorned a corduroy vest and jean shorts. Her feet were completely bare.

Still giggling, I sent the pictures to Harry with the message:

Our afternoon ;) xoxo S

Harry wrote back within seconds.

Your almost as bad as Louis ;) Can't wait to c u

tonite xxHarry

"Who's Louis?" Fiona asked.

"One of Harry's friends. Perhaps the future Mr. Fiona Libby?" Fiona laughed. "From what I've heard, there's four other ones. Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall. But that's all I know."

"Ooh, I love the name Liam," Fiona crooned. I shrugged.

" Could be the one! Never know!"

"You never do..." she answered, sighing dreamily. The she glanced at the clock. "We have a half an hour! We have to hurry and get ready!" I nodded, getting into business mode.

Half an hour later, we were both dressed to perfection. I'd chosen a dark navy dress with silver accents that did more for my curves than anything ever had. I paired it with a silver headband and beaded heeled sandals, and let Fiona do my makeup. Simple, yet effective.

Fiona looked amazing in her silky rose colored dress with floaty layers that danced around her knees. She wore short heels and a rose clip in her hair. I tried my best with her makeup, and in the end was pretty proud of myself. We looked ready to hit any club London could offer.

"Ready?" I asked, clutching my bag with more vigor than I needed. For some reason, I was nervous. Was it because I was meeting four new British boys? Who knew.

"Ready," Fiona replied, her voice shaking. We said bye to my mum, called a taxi, and were on our way.