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Take 27 - Magic - Part 2

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Later, I was trying to get ready in my room with a disgruntled Diana at my side.

“I’m telling you,” she said. “If you want to fit in, you can’t wear your Sunday’s best.”

I rolled my eyes at her and unzipped the third dress. Turning around, I spun around for her. “What do you think?” I asked.

She stared at me. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, folding her arms below her chest. “You can’t wear that.”

I looked down at my dress with a frown. What was wrong with it? Sure, it almost covered my ankles, and it had a dreadful flower pattern, but it gave me a nice waistline. “You don’t like it?” I asked.

“Absolutely not,” she said. “Look… I have the perfect dress for you, okay?”

“Diana…” I sighed for the umpteenth time. “I appreciate it, but it was my choice not to pack any dance club clothes. I should suffer the consequences on my own.”

“Can you at least look at it?” Diana made puppy eyes. “Try it on at most?”

I looked down at my dress again. As independent as I wanted to be, I had to admit that I was completely lost. I wanted to look beautiful, but it was hard when I had next to nothing fantastical to wear. And as vain as it sounded, I wanted to look pretty.

“Okay,” I muttered.

Excited, Diana clapped her hands. “This is perfect.” Turning around, she grabbed a dress from her purse.

I frowned. “You brought it with you when you came here?”

She looked at me with a sheepish grin. “It’s just so… you. Sorry, but I’m not really sorry.” She shrugged and handed me the dress.

I had to admit, it looked stunning. A white one-piece that would sit snug around my bust and my thighs. A golden bow across my chest would ensure that my breasts seemed bigger. Over my hips and stomach the cloth was loose, giving the effect of a skirt, but, in fact, was little more than a clever tube-top. Unsure, I tried to pull it up over my underwear.

It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but at the same time, it didn’t look as trashy as I’d expected either. In fact, it looked somewhat classic.

“It’s perfect,” Diana said. “Harry won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night.”

“That’s the plan,” I said with a smile.

I admired myself in the mirror, thinking that the dress might be a bit on the short side—it barely reached my mid-thigh, but at the same time, it would make my legs longer. With the right pair of heels, I’d be looking like a regular club-goer.

We went into full-on girl mode, making sure our hair and make-up were perfect. It occurred to me that I never really cared much for the whole get-up like this, but with Diana, it was both fun and surprisingly educational.

There was a whole set of make-up rules, and color schemes that I’d never explored before. The secret part of me couldn’t wait to get back to my real life and apply it all on a model before a photo-shoot.

We finished just in time, making sure to get a bite to eat before we walked down to meet the guys’ in the lobby. They’d left earlier than us, and I couldn’t hide the excitement of feeling like this was another date.

A date where there’d be no Peyton to ruin anything…

We waited patiently as the elevator had to stop on every floor. Once we reached the third, I was surprised to see Jamie waiting outside. He looked taken aback when he saw me, and I could feel the heat flare to my cheeks.

“Wow,” he said. “You look… gorgeous, Cami.”

I smiled shyly and looked away. “Thank you.”

He wasn’t looking too shabby either considering he was in a boring suit. He walked in and leaned against the wall.

“Where’s the party then?” he asked. I looked at him and noticed the pleasant smile filled only with curiosity.

“We’re going to this night club,” I said with a shrug. “Never been there, but it’s supposed to be amazing.”

He nodded appreciatively at me. “You’re certainly dressed for amazing.” He winked.

“You should come by,” I said. Niall had said: the more the merrier. And I felt somewhat sorry for blowing Jamie off. He’d never been anything but kind to me, and I’d just strung him along.

“I might just do that,” he said as the elevator dinged. We’d arrived at the lobby.

Jamie took off first, and I smiled after when I noticed Diana send me an odd look.

“What?” I asked.

“Were you just flirting with that guy?” she asked.

I shook my head with a laugh. “Oh god no. Just being friendly. Besides, I’m fairly sure he was scared off the other day.”

Diana studied me for a while longer, and then shrugged. “Oh well. At least we know your outfit works on cute guys.” She laughed and dragged me along to meet the guys.

I’d wished for my camera more than once during these past weeks, but as I walked into the restaurant I wished I had a video camera—I would give anything for the possibility to see the boys’ reactions again and again as we walked inside.

They looked like they were staring at the sun.

Most of all, Harry’s expression was worth all it took to get ready. He noticed us at first, then said something to Louis. And then he realized it was me. I was looking directly at him as I saw his expression go from shock to awe in a matter of seconds. He didn’t take his eyes off me, and it wasn’t until Louis smacked him on the chest that he moved.

Harry bolted out of his chair and staggered over to me. He took my hands in his and looked me up at down. “Wow…” he said and looked again. “Just wow.”

I returned the gesture, appreciating how he’d dressed, as well. His long curls were pushed away from his face, and he had a pair of skinny jeans and a loose-hanging shirt on. The sleeves were rolled up, allowing me to gawk at his beautiful tattoos. There were two buttons open in the neck, and if I narrowed my eyes, I could see the top of another one of his tattoos.

Plus, he smelled absolutely delicious.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I said, not hiding the fact that I was obviously staring.

Harry looked around cautiously, and then leaned in closer. “Did you just undress me in your mind?” he asked.

I forced myself not to give a visible reaction. Instead, I looked at him and moved to his ear. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out later,” I whispered.

He widened his eyes at my suggestions, but quickly recovered. As he moved his face into its usual neutral-happy face, I couldn’t help but to do a mental fist-pump.

I’d actually rattled him there for a moment, and in my book, that was definitely a win for women everywhere.

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