Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fourty Eight

(Kendall’s Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=58996127 )

Kendall’s POV:

     “How about that one?”

     “No way. Have you seen it’s ruffles?”

     “Ooh, that’s pretty!”

     “I’m gonna trip over that, Dani.”

     “This?”

     “Ew, no!”

     Here we are, at our third wedding dress store, trying to find the perfect dress for Eleanor. Yes, it’s our third store. Eleanor wants her dress to be perfect, and she just can’t find that perfect dress. We went from store after store, mall after mall, searching for the right store that contained the right dress. But no such luck. I honestly never thought I would ever get sick of looking at wedding dresses. But Eleanor looks gorgeous in each and everyone of them. We have looked at short dresses, long dresses, puffy dresses, and flat dresses. None of them were good enough for Eleanor, though.

     “For the love of carrots, El,” Erin groaned. “Just pick a dress!”

     “It’s not as easy as it looks!” Eleanor defends. “It’s my wedding, guys! I need the perfect dress!”

     I sighed. “We get it, El. But we’ve seen so many –” I stopped short, when my eyes landed on the perfect thing for Eleanor. Off on the side of the shop, was hanging a brilliant dress, that would fit Eleanor perfectly. It was a one shoulder dress, and the shoulder strap was a beautiful design. The dress was white, obviously, and went flat. But just below the knees, the dress was in ruffles, making it almost look like a white rose.

     “What? Kendall, what is it?” Perrie asks me, shaking my shoulder slightly.

     Instead of answering her, I walk straight over to the dress. Picking it up from the rack, I turn and walk back to the girls. As they all look from me to the dress, their exrpressions turn in awe. I walk straight to Eleanor, placing it in her hands, and say, “Go try it on.”

     Eleanor nods, and runs over to the fitting rooms. She comes out a few minutes later, and all of our eyes widen at the sight of us. Eleanor looks straight into my eyes and says, “This is the one.”

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     As I cut some carrots in my kitchen, I felt warm lips on the side of my neck. I already knew that it was Harry, but how did the guy even get into my house? Oh, right, spare key. Duh. I chuckled as I put the knife down. I rested the palm of my hands on the counter, as Harry’s lips kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Harry must have noticed this, because I could feel him smirking against the kiss. I rolled my eyes at him, and began cutting the carrots once again. From behind me, Harry wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me towards him, my beck pressed up against his chest. I laugh at his antics and turn to fully face him. He’s wearing faded jeans that hang below his butt, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, a red T-shirt that says Jack Wills in white across his chest, and his favorite white Converse.