Color Me (H.S)

CHAPTER 19

Carli

I looked in my closet, sighing when I couldn't see anything to wear tonight. I wanted to impress people tonight but my closet had nothing remotely good to wear. I felt better, thanks to Harry's wonderful medicine. I sent a quick text to Zayn, begging him for his help. 

"What's going on?" Zayn demanded as he walked into my room.

"I need to tell you something." I confessed. I had to tell him the whole thing that had happened between Harry and I. I also had to beg Zayn into coming to the party with me.

"What? Your killing me with how you're acting." He said, sitting next to me. I giggled at him and began to tell him what happened. I had told him everything and was finished when Zayn got up. 

"Please say something.."

"I really think that you two will fall in love." Zayn said, smiling like an idiot. 

"What! No!" I squealed. 

"Hear me out.. He must really care about you if he came over and said sorry. Carli, Harry Styles never.. and I mean never... says sorry. For anything. He has never done that to anyone but you."

I looked at Zayn and slowly got up. "What are you saying?"

"That.. You ma'am.. mean something to the Harry Styles." I blushed at his words, hating him. "And I think you fancy him."

"I don't.. Not yet anyways."

"I know. Let's get you ready!" He smiled and looked through my closet. "No wait... Here." He grabbed a bag that he sat on my bed and took out a light pink dress. "Try this on."

I made a face and whined. It was pink and I didn't look good in that color. "Just trust me." He simply said, handing the dress carefully to me. I snapped the dress away from him and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I took off my clothes and slowly put on the dress. I fixed it and slowly looking in my mirror. I was utterly surprised at the sight of how beautiful the dress was on me. It was sleeveless and had jewels on the top. It was tight against my chest and flowed out at my waist. The dress was truly breath-taking and I absolutely loved it. It made my breasts look tempting, which made me giggle. I don't usually wear such revealing clothes, but I looked good. 

"Come on! I'm getting old." Zayn stated impatiently. I slowly opened the door, walking out into my bedroom. Zayn looked at me, a big smile crossing his lips. "Perfect."

"Where did you get it?" I asked, playing with the hem of it. 

"That is a secret!" He smiled proudly. 

"How did you know I needed a dress?" I asked curiously.

"I didn't want you to sit alone in your apartment tonight. I heard that the Styles' is having a party and I thought we could go together."

Well, I didn't have to ask. I smiled and nodded. "Can I get out of it or..?"

"No. I'm also taking you out to dinner. I want to make up for not being here when you needed me." Zayn explained. "So I'm going to go get ready and come back and get you. Is it ok if Niall came?"

I smiled, nodding at Zayn. I loved Niall, I really did. He was a sweet guy and would do anything to make you happy. Zayn soon left and I took off the dress. I hung it up on the door, admiring it. I put on my robe and walked to the bathroom again. I plugged my IPod into my speakers and started playing music. I sang along and slowly did my hair, butting it in a bumped messy bun. I did my make up and put on some lip gloss, finally done with getting ready. I put on some new perfume I bought and walked back to the dress.