That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Thirty Eight - Expect The Unexpected.

TAYLA’S POV.

Myself and Lou were sprawled out absentmindedly laying on the couch watching last nights re runs of the football with which England won 5-2.

“Lou?”I asked, Turning my head on his lap and looking straight up at the blue eyed boy, he snatched his focus from the TV screen and bent his head down, locking eye contact with me.

“Yeah babe?” He said, clasping a stray piece of hair that had fallen into my eyes, and brushing it behind my ear. 

“How about we go out today?” I suggested. 

“I’m sick of staying in this stupid house.” I continued.

“Farrout, I’ve been waiting since these re runs started for you to say that!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. That made me giggle.

“Well, where do you want to go then, you loser?” I asked, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Loser!?” He exclaimed, raising his eye brows while his mouth formed a perfect ‘o.’

“You got a problem?” I said, giving him mock attitude.

He huffed.

“Well then, why don’t we go to the shops?! Loser!” He exclaimed.

“Fine!” I raised my voice. Jumping off the couch and stomping up to my room.

“Fine!” He yelled back after me, making his way up to his room also.

I giggled as I walked into my room, shaking me head. That boy.

I quickly jumped into the shower, drenching my body with the warm clear liquid. I quickly jumped out and dried myself, walking over into my room I opened my wardrobe door. Looking in at the selection of clothes, half of which I haven’t even worn and the other half I’ve worn to death. I decided on a simple pair of blue distressed high waisted shorts and a black cropped top, with the sleeves cut off and frayed a tiny bit. I slipped on my new pair of white ALL STARS and let my hair fall curly over my shoulder, all flicked over to one side. It tousled down to just mid waist.

I quickly jogged down the stairs, Louis was sitting down watching TV again, sporting a pair of denim shorts and a tightly fitted blue shirt, his hair perfectly tousled to one side. He flicked his eye up to me, a cheeky smile hinting his lips.

“You look pretty.” He said, complimenting me while he stood up from the couch.

“You look pretty too.” I said, giving him a cheeky smile. He just shook his head smiling down at me.

I grabbed my purse and then Louis’ and jogged out the door to the car.

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“Do you like this dress, Lou?” I asked, pulling a velvet burgundy tight dress from the coat rack in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s hot.” He said, feeling the fabric in between his fingers.

I threw it over my arm, along with the other clothes I’d found.

“This is nice.” Louis said, holding up a skimpy black dress that looked like it wouldn’t even reach my bum.

“If I was a slag.” I said, raising my eye brows and continued to look through the rack.

“Well then.” He said, putting the dress back neatly.

“I’m going to try these on!” I said, making my way over to the change rooms.

“Alright.” Louis called out, following me to the change rooms, taking a seat outside my stall.

I pulled my top up over my head and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, flicking them off my feet. I took the burgundy dress off of the coat hanger, and slipped it over my head and tugged it down my small body. I admired myself in the mirror for a few minutes. The dress hugged all of my curves perfectly, and settled a few inches above mid thigh. The sleeves were cuffed and they came half way down my upper arm. It was a scoop neck and only showed a minimal amount of cleavage. I felt a bit self conscious as I opened the curtain.