Scoutin' You

Harry and Y/N

"Let me pick you up, please." Y/N painted a thin layer of red lipstick on her lips before replying to Harry who was on loudspeaker upon the vanity in her bathroom.

"I can get the tube...or use Uber." She was well aware that she was fighting a losing battle for Harry wouldn't ever let her get the tube on her own on a Saturday night, and he'd never trusted Uber. Not after all the horror stories he had heard.

"Or...you can get a lift for free." Harry knew that he had won when he heard her huff--though he could still hear the smile that was housed on her face. "Honestly, I would much rather give you a lift and know that you are completely safe than be anxiously waiting for the text."

She nodded, closing her eyes and chuckling to herself when she remembered that he wouldn't be able to see her through the phone. "Okay. Thank you. I'm meeting the girls at 7 so could you possibly get here for 6:30?"

"Of course! I'll see you soon." The line went dead and Y/N looked herself over in the mirror of her bathroom.

She lifted her phone from the shelf above the sink and took a photo of her outfit in the mirror, her white Pink Floyd tee and vans suddenly not feeling 'spicy' enough for her evening out. Not when she knew that she would be seeing Harry. Opening her wardrobe and staring at her clothes, she suddenly realised that she had no idea what to wear. When she wasn't going to be seeing Harry she would have gone casual like she had planned (and always did when she was meeting her friends). But knowing that she was going to see him, knowing that she could make him flustered before he dropped her off, she needed to dress somewhat sexy.

Even though her friends were unaware that there was someone in her life, she knew that they were the best people to ask for fashion advice when it came to looking hot, Dotty particularly. So, she downed the rest of her homemade Gin Rickey cocktail and opened the group chat hastily.

Girls, say I wanted to get laid tonight. What would I wear?

Dotty was the first to reply, sending a bunch of shocked face emojis and 'Bitchhhhhhh' before telling her to wear something 'sexy'. Poppy answered a couple of seconds later along with a gif of a woman being shocked by something on her phone.

That's all good, but what is 'sexy'? You know I wear baggy clothes all the damn time...

Okay, so put those tight skinny jeans on that you have because they make your legs and arse look fucking banging. Then pair them with a top that leaves very little to the imagination. It'll work a treat!! Also, YOU GO GLENN COCO! GET LAID!!

Noted. Cheers babe x

Her legs already adorned the jeans that Dotty had suggested and part of her was proud that she'd made a correct fashion decision without help. She pulled a nude coloured wrap-around top which was hung at the far end of her wardrobe and spent a minute trying to figure out where the hell it had come from. She wound up shrugging and pulling the top that was still covering her torso from her body, throwing to the floor beside her feet and making a mental note to move it once she was home. The new top was a little tighter than she had anticipated though she still put it on, fastening it as tight as she could so that it would push her boobs up that bit more.

She walked back to the bathroom and instantly felt like she needed another drink. The top showed very little up to the imagination and Y/N felt so unlike herself in it. Her breasts were pushed so far up onto her chest that she was struggling to breathe, and she worried that one wrong move would result in a full nip slip to everyone around her. Not to mention the fact that she was already covered in a layer of goosebumps from being cold.

"Back to the drawing board, I guess." She mumbled, grabbing her phone once more so that she could Facetime Dotty to help her. It didn't take long for her friend to answer the phone and when she did, she was greeted with Dotty putting on her false eyelashes for the night. "I need help."