Enchanted

Saturday Night Fever

Not in a million years did I think that I would be taken out to dinner by Harry Styles but it was happening and I sure as hell had to believe it. Harry just dropped on me that he was taking me out to dinner tonight so I am currently in the bathroom cleaning up. The shower felt nice, I was able to stand in there and just let the water wash over my body. After the funeral this morning, I really needed some time by myself just to think. After thinking about the choke attack that I had when I was asked to speak, I now highly regret not standing up at the podium and spilling my heart out. I know that Libby would have been there by my side to help me if it were any other occasion, only this time she wasn't. I would have had to stand there on my own because I would be speaking about her.

Libby's in a better place now, and eventually I will fully realize that. I close my eyes and shake my head to rid of these feelings. I look into the mirror and see my reflection. My red hair is up in a towel, lightly drying while another towel is wrapped around my body. I use my right hand to turn on the cold water from the faucet and splash some water onto my face. I open my eyes and the blue orbs twinkle back at me. Though my head was not in a good place, I could see it in my own eyes that I was happy... all things considered, that is.

I remove the towel from my head and let my long hair flow over my shoulders and down my arms. I fold the towel in half and hang it on the shower rod to dry. I look around the bathroom in search of a blow dryer and find it hanging up on the wall aside the mirror. I grab a hold of the dryer and turn it on. In my left hand I hold a brush and begin one of the things I hate the most; drying my mop of hair. With every stroke of the bristles on my hair, I follow the brush with the dryer in hopes that the heat will remove the moisture sticking to the stands.  

After a good 7-8 minutes, my hair is finally dry. I put the dryer back in its holder and pull out the red hair out of the brush. After cleaning the brush, I look into the mirror again. My hair is dry and flows all over my upper body. The full length falls past my breasts and is in between them and my waist. I smile at my success-- I've been trying to grow out my hair this long for months now, and I've finally accomplished it. In my mind I give my self a pat on the back before exiting the bathroom. I walk towards the kitchen and see a note on the island.

"Your outfit is in my bedroom, after you are dressed and ready, go down to the lobby. Someone will be there waiting for you. - Harry xx"

I read the note once and twice over and ponder over who the hell would be waiting for me in the lobby. I want to scratch my head in thought, but I was NOT about to mess up my hair. I shake off the thought and walk into the bedroom and immediately stop when I see my outfit. A beautiful teal dress lays on the bed with black stilettos on the floor in front of it. I walk forward with my jaw open as I pick on the soft material and hold it out infront of me to mimic what it would look like on a person.

The dress is sleeveless but not strapless. The shape is similar to a tank top, and at the waist there is a band to emphasize figure. The dress ends shorter in the front and flows longer in the back with a thin layer of teal fabric. I look back on the bed to find a white lace bra with a matching thong. Quite risque I might add. Typical Harry....

I lightly place the dress down and grab the bra as I simultaneously drop the towel wrapped around my body onto the floor. I strap on the bra to find that it fits perfectly... how does Harry know my size?  I ignore the thought and put on the matching panties before I slip on my beautiful dress. The fabric slithers onto my skin and the softness nearly puts me over the edge. I can only think to myself that this is the most beautiful thing I have ever worn. I smile to myself before slipping on the black stilettos. 

I walk over to the mirror to see what the dress looks like and I find another note atop of a black box.  

"I hope you like them <3 "