It’s a gorgeous, long, black, tight, silky dress. I can tell Harry spared no expense. Lou cut our dance party short, demanding we all get ready, because, “We have to be there for pictures at 1 for God’s sake!” Harry ran out to get Chick-Fil-A before he started getting ready. He hasn't come back yet, and it’s been thirty minutes. I have showered and my hair was blow-dried by Lou’s friends. Anne is here along with Harry’s manager and like five other people I don't know. They decided to stay at MY house because it’s closer to the arena. The dress is hanging in the corner alone and I am getting my makeup done. The powder is being splashed onto my face and my eyes feel like they're being stabbed. I’ve been reprimanded like a child nearly five times for “talking back” and so Diana took my sweet tea away. I blow the hair out of my eyes and hear a groan as it is placed where it was. I roll my eyes behind my closed eyelids. I am going to kill Harry. I hear the front door open and close. I call out.
“Harry?” He pokes his fluffy head through the doorway.
“Rose! I missed you!” He says cheerfully and cheekily. I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, Yeah. Did you get my milkshake?”
“Yes I did!” He pulls it out from the holder and brings it over to me, along with a short kiss. The woman styling my hair “awes”. But Harry’s lips are really soft and so I don't mind. I begin slurping it down. Harry sits on the floor next to me. The lady has finished my hair and started with my makeup. Harry’s manager, a close friend of Anne’s in her mid fifties, comes bursting into the room.
“It’s already on tabloids!” She yells.
“They found out that Harry is a forty year old man?!” I reply excitedly. She gives me a stern look and I roll my eyes.
“They found out I’m pregnant?” Harry screams.
“They know about the drugs?” I scream equally as loud.
“No, not the dead bodies!” Harry cries out. I laugh and his manager, Susan, scolds us.
“Oh, you two will be the death of me. They found out that you two were an item.” She winks.
“Oh, how exciting! Honey,” I look at Harry, “write this down in the scrapbook!” He chuckled and laughs when Susan mumbles about how we will be the names on her grave. Harry fist bumps me and I smile.
“Hurry up!” Harry calls from the other room. I look at my phone one last time and then throw it on the bed, I can’t bring it. The limo chauffeur is waiting in the front and I can’t even pretend that this doesn't excite me. I straighten up and walk with as much swagger and confidence as I can. I enter the living room where Diana, Niall, and Harry are all waiting. Harry’s face gets this smile, and I return it.
“You look so beautiful and sexy and I-“ His eyes rake down my body. I cut him off with a laugh. I grab his hand, and we make our way towards a dream of mine.
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