My One and Only

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7. chapter 6

Gillian's POV
I pushed the sleeves up on the shirt Louis had given me as he dragged me down the street. "Where are we going, Louis?"
Smiling at me, he pointed to a very large building not too far ahead of us. "The mall."
Once in, everything overwhelmed me. The smell of the food court, the hundreds of teenage girls, dozens of shops and kiosks, everything! Backing up, I stood behind Louis, trying to absorb all of the mall.
"What's the matter? You've never been to a mall before?" Louis asks, jokingly.
"Well, actually, I haven't. I never could afford it," I admitted, looking sheepishly at the ground.
Louis only looked sad for a moment before his face lit up once more. "Well then this should be fun."

Before I could come up with a witty response, Louis continued dragging through the giant building before we were standing outside a bright pink store.
"Oh! This is where Phil got our outfits!" I said, recognizing the little boutique.
"And that is why we are NOT going there," Louis replied, smirking. I pouted, making him laugh. "Trust me, your outfit is... Amazing. But I have to get you some actual clothes."
He pulled me into a random clothing store, shoving me straight into a dressing room, closing the door between us. "Louis? What are you doing?"
"I'll hand you clothes from above the door, yeah? Stay here, I'll be right back."

I sat on the bench, gazing at my reflection in the floor-length mirror next to me. My hair was thrown in a messy bun, some brown strands falling out in many places. Pushing the strands behind my ear, I sighed, growing impatient waiting on Louis.
A few hangers were thrown over the top of the dressing room door, hitting the floor below me.
"Here! Come out when you've got one of those on," Louis instructed, his voice hesitant but expectant.
I grabbed one of the outfits, examining it. It was a light pink camisole with a skirt to go with it. Throwing them on, I groaned.
"What? What is it? Is something wrong?" Louis questioned from outside. Sighing, I stepped out, twirling a bit for him.
"What was the groan for? You look good!" He smiled, taking my hand to spin me around once more, taking in the entire outfit.
"It's too... Pink."
He threw his head back in a fit of laughter before calming down and taking me in again. "Sorry, I guess I'm just used to El."
I sat next to him, smiling gently. "Louis..." I began.
Louis shook his head, grinning at me. "No, today is about you. Okay, so no pink? Well, I wouldn't try on the other outfits, then. Get out of that and I'll go back and look for something different."

...
After buying me at least twenty different outfits, Louis insisted on buying me dinner from the food court.
"Louis, you already bought me so much! I don't know how I'm going to repay you-"
He turned to face me, his face drained of all jokes. "You will not pay me back for any of this, do you understand? I'm doing this because I care about you."
A blush crept onto my cheeks before I nodded, causing a smile to adorn his face.
"But, honestly Lou! I'm not even that hungry-" my protests were cut off by a loud grumbling from my stomach. Of course.
Smirking, Louis drug me past dozens of stores before we finally reached the food court. "What are you in the mood for, Gillian?"
"Hmm, I don't know. You decide!" I lugged my bags, shifting my weight to hold them better. Louis jumped slightly before gently taking the bags from me to hold.
"Chinese?" He asked, strolling toward a Chinese kiosk not too far from us. I found us a table while he ordered, tapping my nails against the hard plastic.
Louis came back not too long after, making me laugh loudly. He was balancing the tray of food on his head because his hands were full with my bags. "Take it, quickly!" Louis laughed, beginning to wobble.
I rushed to his side, removing the tray from his head. Smiling, I set the tray on the table, admiring the food before me.
After eating, I excused myself to use the restroom. Coming out, I began to walk back to the food court before something in a dress store caught my eye.
A dress, a light teal color, was set up on a manakin, coming down just above its knee. It was off the shoulder, with a sash coming across the shoulders.
"Beautiful."
I jumped, finally realizing that Louis was standing beside me, admiring the dress as well.
"Yeah, I uh, think its for prom," I stammered.
"Oh, did you wear something like that to prom?" He asked, turning to me.
I shook my head, tears beginning to form in my eyes. "I didn't go to prom. No one asked me."
Louis, who remained quiet until I began to cry, dropped all the bags and pulled me to him, holding me tight and burying his face in my neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice muffled by my skin.
We stood like that in the middle of the walkway until I finished crying, only sniffling slightly. "Thank you, Louis."
Taking the bags and my hand, I thought he was going to lead the way back to the car, but instead he led me straight into the dress store. "Excuse me!" He shouted, trying to get someone's attention.
"Louis? What are you doing?" I whispered, astonished.
"How can I help you, sir?" A man came over, addressing Louis immediately.
Louis gestured to the dress in the window. "That dress there? I need her to try it on, please." The man nodded before scurrying off the fetch the dress.
"Louis, you don't have to do this! When am I ever going to use that nice of a dress?"
He shrugged, smiling. "You never know."
Once again, I was shoved in the dressing room, the dress carefully handed to me. I slipped it on, the fabric falling fluidly down my body.
"Are you finished yet?" Louis asked impatiently from outside.
I unlocked the door, stepping out slowly, biting my lip.
His mouth dropped immediately, eyes widening. "Gillian..."
I wrapped my arms around myself self consciously. "What's wrong?"
Snapping his mouth closed, Louis stammered, "Gillian... You look... Amazing."
Grinning, I spun in a quick circle for him, laughing when I tripped slightly.
"It's a keeper!" Louis announced, going up to the cashier to talk about prices. I stayed back, admiring the dress in the mirror.
"Gigi! Are you ready?" I jumped, quickly changing into my old clothes, carefully hanging the dress back on the hanger and bringing it with me.
"Yep!" I ran out, grasping Louis' outstretched hand.
"Good. Then lets go home. The boys are ready to see you."

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