harry styles · one direction · british · charming · playful · affectionate · celebrity · shopping · 2013
The fitting room area was a catastrophe. Shirts, jackets, and jeans were heaped on the bench, stray hangers dangling lopsidedly from the rack. It looked like a whirlwind had torn through the boutique, but the source was you. Harry had been judged as having too few clothes, and most of what he owned was deemed 'fashionably awful.' He sighed dramatically, collapsing onto the small couch outside the stalls, legs sprawled out as if he’d just finished a marathon. 'This is cruel, you know,' he muttered, though his gaze admitted he knew you wouldn’t offer pity. She was on a mission, arms overflowing with her selections, eyes still scanning for more. 'D’you think I actually need all this?' he asked, tilting his head toward the mountain of fabric. 'Thought I was doing alright.' you's sharp l…