She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 23

The next morning, our costumes came in and we were trying them on. At first glance, I was quite impressed with how perfect they got it. The dress was the perfect fit, being tight in all the right areas. The length was perfect but still sexy. The design was stunning, almost better than I imagined. Not only that, but it had long knee-high socks, black heels, white gloves, and a black bow for my hair. I felt bad knowing that Harry had paid for all of this stuff and it probably cost thousands of dollars.

"How do they look, darling?" Harry asked, knocking on the bathroom door. I opened it for him, spinning around to face him. He instantly grinned as he looked down at me. "Look at you!" He was in his costume too. He had long dark pants with black boots. His shirt was the perfect mix of crazy patterns, but a dark gothic look. His coat was long and very nice.

"Look at you! You look great." I complimented. He smirked as he grabbed his hat, fluffing his hair before putting it on.

"It's going to get hot at the party. It still looks great without the coat." He explained, taking off the coat. The shirt looked nice on him and now I could see half of the buttons weren't closed, so his chest was exposed.

"I cannot believe I'm wearing a matching costume with you, Harry," I admitted, looking up at him.

"Believe it. We're going to be so iconic." He spoke in a girly-American accent. My jaw dropped at the fake offense.

"I do not sound like that."

"No, but Sofia does. And that's the first thing she said to me when she called about coming over here." He laughed. I laughed with him, already hearing Sofia's excitement. I was also excited to see her and David's costumes. She was showing me what they looked like on the expensive website David bought them from. I don't know what it was with our boyfriends spending way too much money on our costumes. "Okay, go get ready. I need you to get ready so you can make me look good." He placed his hands on my arms and I looked up at him.

"How long do we have?"

"About an hour and a half." I could get ready in time. I just needed to curl my hair and do a simple makeup look. Harry's shouldn't take long either.

"Okay, get out so I don't get distracted," I said, practically pushing him out while he smirked down at me. 

He eventually walked away after I began my process of getting ready. I decided to curl my hair first so it could settle into the exact curls I wanted. I wanted them to be loose and thick. I was glad my hair was blond so I didn't have to wear a wig. When I finished my hair, I started the makeup look. At first, I wanted to go simple, but a smokey eye seemed right with the approach Harry and I were taking. It wasn't dramatic, but it wasn't innocent either. Every so often, Harry would walk in with a piece of pizza or chips and feed me.

"Darling!" Harry sang as he opened the door. I looked over my shoulder as I started to tie the bow in my hair and saw he was wearing some shorts and no shirt this time. I tried to keep my composure at his sight, but he looked good. "Oh, wow, you look great."

"Thank you," I said, fixing up my hair. "Now it's your turn." He walked over to me, kissing my lips and getting gloss on his. I smiled as I wiped my thumb on his lips to get it off.

"So excited." He said, sitting down on the toilet so I could reach his face better. He looked up at me with utter admiration and I tried not to melt under his eyes.

"You can't see it until I'm finished," I warned, grabbing a very light shade of foundation I picked up for him. 

"Okay," Harry said quietly, holding his hair back. I poured the foundation on the back of my hand and grabbed my damp sponge. I lightly tapped my sponge into the foundation and began patting it onto his skin. "Ooh, that's a little cold."