Looking through my shoes, I was undecided about whether I should wear heels or flats. Currently, my eyes wandered longingly between my Yves Saint Laurent black six inch platform heels with elegant blue soles and my classic white flats, Korean and having a black suade bow on top. Maxi dresses gave me an inch or so on my waist, so that my legs gave the illusion of real length. Giving myself another six inches would push me to a desirable model height. I guess it was heels then.
Seeing that only 20 minuets had passed, I spent the remaining forty minutes lounging around in bed, reading thinspiration on Pro Ana sites. Filling my thoughts with the inspiration provoked new guilt as today was so far from my best. Calling a taxi, due to the freezing cold breeze, I spent the tine to mask my imperfections with make up before brushing my teeth. Not knowing how Harry would want me, I brought my face up to base 1 with a layer of subtle foundation, mascara and thin eyeliner and a nude lip gloss to match the natural tone.
Soon enough a beep of the taxi aroused me from my procrastination and I slipped, shivering, into the crisp air. "Evening, love" the taxi driver said cool and calm. "Hiya," I grinned, the air conditioning was hot, relaxing me. "Thanks for coming so quickly" I said, acting nonchalant, hoping not to seem as excited as I really was. "No problem hun," his bright eyes wandered over me before adding " So where do you want me take you this evening, Miss?" His dark hair was tasseled over his bright blue eyes and even though he called me pet names, he could be my age.
Smiling as I answered, I would have never dreamed of ever saying the words:
"Malik Galleries, please"
As I came out of the taxi, I paid and tipped the taxi driver, Max, and strolled quickly in the dark spring night. Walking through the path towards Malik Galleries, I tried to recall the tree at which we would rendezvous. Diverging from the path, I ambled along the grass and through the trees around, touching my fingertips to the bar and feeling the length of its sturdy limbs. Resting my head on the back of the tree, I decided to wait a while in the cool a little, knowing that I was three minutes early.
I closed my eyes as the wind whispered sweet nothings into my ears, my body letting the breeze caress my hair. "Early" Mr. Styles shocked me and I turned to face him, his hand leaning famously on a low limb of a tree, his tattoos more visible from under a black jacket he wore on top of a black T he accompanied with tight black jeans. "Early bird catches the worm" I smirked, leaning on to the tree, my arms crossed defensively. Harry smiled, his hands stretching between us and removing my folded arm.
For a moment, as he removed my folded arms, giving me his sexily examining look up and then slowly down, bottom lips lightly bitten; I felt totally uncomfortable. Disobediently, I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying not to feel as fully exposed as I did. Looking at our feet, I couldn't bare to look at him, the insecurity taking over me. Harry cupped his fingers under my chin and spoke calmly, making it irresistible to stare into his crystal emerald eyes.
"Let me look at you." His voice was playful, his curly hair tossed about; flawless. The moonlight lit his face, shoeing his skin, not perfect and even but still, he was undoubtedly handsome and whole. I decided to let him in and removed my arms. "Okay" I answered and he took my hand, leading me onto the path, into the light.
"You did better than I expected." Harry admitted, his arm rested on his elbow so that he could place his finger on his chin thoughtfully. I grinned, pleased at his compliment "How so?" I inquired as he took my hand and twirled me in a circle. Unstable in my heels, I span slowly in a dance like motion. Harry laughed and I giggled as I stopped, clutching onto his arm for support. In doing so, I could feel his muscle tense and smiled harder.
"Well first of all," he looked me down again, shivers paralysing me, he looked so hot right now. "you're not wearing leggings." I smiled, happy that I had gone with my instincts. "And secondly," Harry continued "you look like you just cane from a shoot" he paused, his hand gripping firmly into my back, his whisper going through me "you look stunning."