Author's Note: Okay, I know this chapter is kind of short. Believe it or not, it was soooo much better too. I worked soo hard, but then my laptop restarted and deleted it so I had to start all over again. This story is NOT over. Lots more to come! Thank you sooo much for reading and commenting!
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Harry's POV:
It was a cloudy Thursday in London. Sierra and I were up early, shopping downtown. The two of us had been looking at wigs for the past few hours. Sierra was picky and couldn't find anything that she liked.
"I still prefer this one," I grinned.
Sierra turned from the mirror to find me holding up a bright pink wig. "Harold.."
"What?" I asked innocently. "It was cute on you!"
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror, running her fingers through the blonde wig she had just put on her head. "I think this one matches my real hair the most. What do you think?" she spun around to face me.
"Beautiful," I nodded with a smile. "Although, you're always beautiful...hair or not,"
"It's your job to say that," she sighed.
"No it's not," I rolled my eyes and moved to loop my arms around her waist. "I say it because it's true, missy," I kissed her nose.
"Mmmhmm," she smiled. "It's this one,"
"Thank god," I grinned. "We've been here for fuckin' ages and I'm starving,"
"Cry baby," she poked my side. "I'm kinda hungry too, actually,"
"Before we go, can you get this one too?" I asked holding up the pink wig again.
"Harry, if I wanted to look like a freak I'd stick with being bald."
"I happen to think that it's fun and that's just what you need, Miss-So-Serious-All-The-Time,"
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes with a smirk. "It's freakin' pink, Harry. I love pink, but not pink hair,"
"Come on..." I wiggled closer to her and breathed against her neck, grinning to myself when I felt a chill run down her spine. "It'd be hot in bed,"
"Okay," she sighed. "Fine,"
After paying for the wigs, we made our way to a small bistro across the street. We were seated next to a window, overlooking the downtown square. We placed our orders and waited for the food to arrive.
"You okay?" I asked as Sierra yawned.
"Yeah," she replied. "Just a little tired,"
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FanficHarry Styles rushes home to Cheshire, in the middle of the night, when he learns that his best friend, Sierra, needs him by her side now more than ever. In the meantime, he learns a valuable life lesson, along with what true love really is. Check o...
