The Perfect Christmas (a Harry Styles Fan-fic)

Ch. 3

Marissa's P.O.V.

    Me and Heather had been trying on dresses and outfits for hours. My feet were starting to hurt. "Heather how much longer until we are done we still have to set up for tonight." I looked at her with a tired pleading look. I was hoping that she said we were done but of course i was wrong.

"Almost me and you both just have one more thing to try on and i garentee that this will be the one." She said as she got a big smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye. She walked over to the rack that was a few feet behind me. She looked through the rack and pulled out two dresses. One was blue and gorgeous. up the top it was plain black. Then around the waist it had black lace. From there on it was layers of thin Turquiose material. The other one heather was hold was pink and black it had black lace all around it and exposed slight pink material here and there.she examined them for a second and then looked at me. I gave her a slight nod and she brought the dresses over to me. I took the blue one and me and her headed towards the dressing rooms. I had my heart set on this dress and hoped it would look ok. i slipped on the dress and zipped it up. In my eyes it was gorgeous but i still needed a second opinion. " Heather are you ready?" I asked hoping she was.

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yep." I moved the certain aside and so did Heather. she looked so beautiful and i could tell she felt beautiful to."Heather."

"Yes?" She questioned looking a bit nervous about what i was about to say.

"You look...." I dragged my thoughts, "Amazing. Niall is going to love it." Her nervous smile turned to a happy excited one.

"Marissa, if Harry doesnt ask you out tonight then there is something seriously wrong with him because you look gorgeous." My face got hot and i started to blush again. I started thinking about what Harry would think about this dress. 'Stop marissa, it doesnt matter what he thinks as long as i like the dress that is all that matters' I thought to myself. "Ok, now that we got our dresses we need shoes and accesories." She explained excitedly. i rolled my eyes and went back into the dressing room. I put my regular clothes back on and put the dress back on the hanger and walked out of the dressing room to heather holding a pair of turquiose blue heels in the air. I quickly nodded yes as i trusted her judgment and i was really getting tired. In her other hand she had the same style heel but hers were light pink with light pink lace around them. We bought the dresses and the heels and finally were going home.

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On our way home i had so many things running through my head. I couldnt stop thinking about what Harry would think. I tryed convincing myself that he didnt feel the same way thinking that it would help me get over my crush. "You do realize that you have been crushing over him since you were 15.   No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that he doesnt like you it not going to work. Plus if you have liked him for this long its not a crush anymore. You love him Marissa you just have to give in and admit it. Plus you have gone out with all those hot guys over the years  and none of those feelings have changed they only got worse." I was shocked that she had been that foward. Normally she doesnt do that. Is she like a mind reader or something.

"I never really thought about loving him. And are you like reading my mind or something?" She gave me a death glare then looked back at the road.

"Dolly, im not a mind reader, im your best friend. I know everything about you. And your telling me that you dont think about him 24/7. You cant even look the poor boy in the eyes. Plus i can read it all over your face."

"How?" I was confused to how she did that.

"How? well you start blushing like crazy and you get a big smile on your face."

"I do NOT!" I argued even though i knew it was true.

"Dolly, you can argue all you want but you know its true." She was right. Of course. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. 

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The rest of the ride was about ten minutes. Me and Heather got back to our flat. It wasnt tiny but it was small. I liked to think of it as cozy. It was  all we could afford on our budgets. The boys had offered to help us out with our money issues but we turned them down. Me and Heather had to learn the hard way that if you take something like money from a friend even if there close friends that they will expect something back. Its one thing if its a small amount its a whole nother story if its paying large amounts. I turned the key to the flat and walked int our living room and it was torn apart.  Scout, my dog had been laying on the couch. "SCOUT!!!!" I couldnt beleive he would do something like that. I put my face in my hands and sighed. When i looked up Heather had put her stuff down and was taking Scout by the collar and putting him in his kennel/cage. "How are we going to get ready now that we have to clean this up on top of everything else?" I questioned Heather. She pulled out her phone and held up her pointer finger telling me to hold on. "Hello?" I was lost on who she was calling then i realized who it was. "Hold on let me put you on speaker." Heather said as she pushed the button on her phone turning it on speaker. "Ok so me and Marissa have a slight problem. " 

"Whats wrong Princess?" Nialls thick british accent spoke through the phone.

"Well, see me and rissa just got back from shopping and Scout tor apart the living room. Plus on top of that we have to set up for tonight."

"That sucks, well do you need me and the boys to come and help you guys with what you have to do?" I shook my head no but of course she didnt listen. I didnt want to see Harry right now. I looked like a complete mess (well in my eyes i did).

"If you could, than yes, that would be great." She put a smile on her face and began twirling her hair.

 " Ok babe, we'll be there in a few minutes."

"Ok, see you than."

"Bye."

"Bye." They said there good byes and then Heather hung up the phone. I looked at the room that was in a complete mess. I tryed thinking about where to start cleaning but Harry kept popping in my mind. His gorgeous curls, his adorable dimples.