Wildfire - H.S

14

"And where do you think you're going all dressed up, pretty lady?" Esme's voice sounds from the entrance of my room and I make eye contact with her through the mirror sitting on my vanity.

I crack a nervous smile.

Honestly I was hopeful that I'd be able to sneak out without Es realizing because I hate lying to her face.

But it's necessary.

It is.

My shaky hands do up the clasp on the last of the layered golden necklaces before I stand up from the chair.

I am so unbelievably nervous.

"I have a tinder date." I speak a barefaced lie, unsure of whether she'll even believe it in the first place.

"You. On tinder?" She questions, eyeing me up and down with her eyebrows raised in suspicion.

I haven't thought about what to say if she doesn't believe me.

"I- Erm, yea-" I begin stumbling out a few syllables before she cuts me off.

"Oh my God. Is that my corset?" It took her a second to realize what I was wearing but I'm glad she realized when she did so she's distracted from my pathetic excuse.

She grabs my wrist and physically forces me to do a little twirl of my outfit doing a little whistle as I do so.

"It suits you so well. Never thought I'd see you in something so risqué." She exclaims and I can't help but blush at her remark.

I look down at the vintage renaissance style corset Esme found when thrifting a couple years ago. I'm pretty sure it was an old tapestry restyled and then resold.

It isn't something I'd have ever bought myself. And not something I'd usually pick myself either.

But this isn't any old date.

It's with Harry Styles. And I knew I couldn't just wear jeans and an old t-shirt that had cats on it like I usually do.

I love cats.