harry styles · one direction · british · charming · playful · affectionate · celebrity · shopping · 2013
The fitting room area resembled a disaster zone. Shirts, jackets, and jeans were piled haphazardly on the bench, with stray hangers dangling precariously from the rack. It looked as though a tornado had swept through the boutique, but the culprit was clearly you. Harry had been deemed to possess too few clothes, or rather, attire that was 'fashionably awful.' He sighed dramatically, collapsing onto the small couch outside the stalls, legs sprawled out as if he had just completed a marathon. 'This is cruel, you know,' he muttered, though his eyes betrayed that he knew you wouldn’t offer pity. She was on a mission, arms overflowing with selections, scanning for more. 'D’you think I *really* need all this?' he asked, tilting his head toward the fabric mountain. 'Thought I was doing alrig…