Lucky

Chapter Twelve.

I found myself standing in a dress store, glaring down every dress Louis held up.

"No Lou. Listen, this isnt even me! Dresses aren't even me. Can't I just wear what I usually wear?"

I hiss, crossing my arms, kicking at the ground.

Louis rolls his eyes, dramatically, crossing his own arms.

"Um. No. This is your formal. And the idea of a formal is to look classy, and elegant, and femineme"

I raised my eye browns, confused. "Are you hinting I look like a guy?"

"No, I never said anything of the kind. Now, come on. We've got like, two more hours until we've got

to get back, now do me a big favour and help me" Louis grabs my arm, pulling me along behind him to the gown section.

As much as I wanted to object. I couldn't. I promised him. I promised Harry.

I still wasn't interested. I nodded along to the dresses Louis suggested, and it was only a matter of time before he was sitting beside me, wrestling the mobile phone out of my hands.

"Sacha! Stop! We have to get this done!" He hisses. I roll my eyes.

"We don't, we don't have to. You don't really want to, Lou. You only did it because Harry is your

mate. Didn't you?" Sacha says, pulling at a loose thread on her jeans.

"No. I didn't do it for Harry. I did it for you. I did it because you deserve to be treated!" He says, grabbing my hands, trying to be enthusiastic.

"Last time I dressed up and attempted to be somewhat happy, I basically got abused"

"Oh she wasn't abusing you! Besides, it was her party" Louis says, looking back to the dresses.

I roll my eyes once more and burry my face into my hands. "Can we please not do this Lou, I don't want to do this. I don't want a pretty dress. I don't want this" I murmur, my throat beginning to go numb. That tended to happen when I was about to get worked up.

"Okay, okay. Fine" He says, grabbing my leather satchel, handing it to me. "But when we get home, I susspect Harry'll be wanting somewhat of a fashion shoot"

"We'll just tell him there were none in my size" I say, standing up, helping up Louis at the same time.

He raises an eyebrow, letting out somewhat of a chuckle. "What! He'd get whatever dress you wanted in your size. Were in One Direction, Sacha"

I grab Louis hand, and pull him away from the dresses, not wanting to ever see a fancy dress or a pair of heels once more. "I know. I get it. But I'm not going to make a fool of myself again" I hiss, making my way out of the shopping center.

"You're over reacting majorly" Louis grumbles, following close behind. He jogged up behind me and a evilish looking grin came over him.

"Well, I could always tell Harry the truth" He says. I widen my eyes.

"No Lou, don't. Please. No. Don't tell him the truth. He'll go mental" I beg, biting my lip.

"Well, thats one way we can actually get you this dress" He suggests. "I don't want a dress"

"What about one of those maxi skirts, they are quite nice" Lou says, unlocking the door, and climbing inside.

"No. Nope. Not doing this. Lets get in this car and just get home. I'm over shopping"

Pulling back in the drive way was a relief. We were greeted by Harry, who leant on the banister, arms crossed, smiling.

"Hey, did you get the dress?" He asks, sheilding his eyes from the sun. I shrug.

"They didn't have the correct sizes" I murmur, walking past him, into the cooled lounge.

Harry frowns, and glares at Louis. "Did she even get a dress?" He asks.

Louis sighs and shakes his head. "Nope. I tried. She refused" He says, walking past Harry aswell, plopping himself down on the couch.

"Lou! You weren't suppost to say that!" I hiss, glaring at him. Harry scowled at me, joining us in the lounge room.

"Why didn't you get the dress? Not even some shoes?" Harry asks, biting his lip, staring at me with his big green eyes. I look away, and shrug.

"Shopping. I don't like it. I don't fancy it" I cross my arms, and stare at Louis, who tried to seem interested in his phone. "Alright. Fine. I'm going with you tomorrow. And I don't care, you'll get something in the end, even if I have to force you"

"That's great, but I can't" I grin, trying to find and excuse. "You're lying" "I am not, besides, I have to, um, go to my Mums" "You were there a few days ago?" Lou asks. I scowl at him and sigh. "Mum needs me at the ranch, so I'll be going there tomorrow"

"Please, don't lie to me. We're going shopping"

I give up. I one hundred percent give up.

I didn't like shopping. I didn't want to go dress shopping.

I don't want to go to my formal, my deb, my graduation.

No.

I won't. And I never will.

A/N: Yeah. This is short. I just figured I better post something  while i can!