18. Drawing And Picking Out Clothes
"Now, seeing as I have a photographic memory. I'll need you to make the same face, for about. Five seconds."
Niall smiles, "Okay."
"Now, give me a slight grin. And make your eyes, like, light."
He does as I say.
"Perfect. Don't move." I take in every little detail. Thank goodness for my photographic memory. "You can stop now."
His face goes limp, "Can't wait for the finished product."
"You'll see it tomorrow."
The outline for Niall's portrait is done, and now I'm picking out an outfit. "What ya' doin'?"
I spin around. It's Harry. "Looking for something to wear on our date." I turn back to my clothes. By the way, my suitcase is on my bed. Clothes everywhere.
"Just wear a short sleeved shirt and a pair of Capri pants." He skims over my clothes. "Like these," he grabs a short sleeved shirt that has colorful butterflies on it, and tan pants that go just past my knees.
"Fine," then I grab a bra and underwear, grab what he picked, and go to the bathroom.
Right before I go in though, I hear Harry say, "Don't try and impress me. You'll always take my breath away."
Ugh! He's too sweet.