Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

27.

"Oh come on, don't look at me like that! I tried my best, okay? And I can't control how my cast looks with a dress. So don't remind me of how bad it looks." I seriously can't wait to get this stupid cast off of me. It's so annoying and it's so hard to itch my leg where the cast is. I continue to get situated in the car.

"I don't think it looks bad at all," He places his hand on my shoulder and looks down at my dress, examining every single detail. "It's beautiful, you're beautiful, and the dress is beautiful." He leans forward to give me a hug, and I squeeze him tightly.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I say confidently. I love getting compliments, and they make me so excited, even though it's not that big of a deal.

Out of nowhere, an idea pops into my head. I grab my small bag and shuffle through it. Harry seems extremely confused. I smile at him as I take out a little yellow flower. It matches my dress, so I had it in my bag for literally know reason whatsoever, I just thought it was cute. "May I?" I lean forward to hold the flower out.

He bites his bottom lip and nods. I stick it in his hair as a joke, and he rolls his eyes. While laughing I poke his nose with it too. "Oh come on, just put the flower on my suit." I pretend to pout and put it on his suit. He feels really stiff, and it seems like he is holding his breath.

"Are you.. nervous?" I say smirking. He rolls his eyes, and pushes me away. He could tell in my tone that I am just messing with him.

"N-No! I am not! Now are you buckled? Because I think I might just drive straight forward, even if you aren't" I scoff and finish buckling my seatbelt. He begins to drive, and I check the time. Phew, we aren't running late. In fact, we are a bit early. It's only 8:45. I am about to put my phone down, but I get a message.

The screen lights up, revealing that it's Diana who texted me. What does she have to say now? I actually should tell her about the dress change too. "Can you give me one sec?" I ask Harry, so I don't seem like I don't want to talk to him. He nods politely. He is still smiling though, revealing his dimples. I got to admit that I love his dimples. 

When I open messages, I quickly read Dianas text.

Queen 👑:

did you notice

did you notice

did you notice

please tell me you noticed

ANDREAAAA:

girl why are you spamming me

what was i supposed to notice because i didnt notice it

Queen 👑:

that harrys tie is yellow

it matches your dress

ANDREAAAA:

no i didnt notice

wait how did you know my dress is yellow

i didnt tell you i got a new one

Queen 👑:

you didnt have to tell me

i know everything

ANDREAAAA:

omg can you be serious for just one minute

Queen 👑:

ugh fine

harry told me

ANDREAAAA:

wait but how did harry know

Queen 👑:

he saw you shopping through the windows

so he texted me what he should do

so i said that he should get a matching tie

I roll my eyes. Of course she wanted him to match me. I put down my phone, and try to look at Harrys tie without making it obvious. I am being as subtle as possible and praying he won't notice. 

Please don't see me, please don't see me. 

Just as I begin to see the tie, he catches me looking. "What are you doing shortie? Don't think that I can't tell you are looking at me, cause it's pretty obvious." I groan and cross my arms.

"I wasn't staring! And I am not short either. You are just tall," He laughs loudly at me, like what I said is some kind of joke. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just that you don't think 5'6 is short. And you were totally staring, there's no doubt." I elbow him in the shoulder and he chuckles.

"I was not! And 5'6 isn't short, 4'11 is." I try to glance over at the tie without fully turning my head, but he is already looking at me dead in the eye. Oh shoot.

"Ha! I got you! You are staring, you can't deny it." I give him a face as he continues to argue with me.

"Ugh, fine! I admit I was staring. But I was looking at your tie because it matches my dress." I grab his tie lightly and rub my thumb on it to feel the material. It's soft and buttery, and feels just like my dress. But as always, it's covered in Harrys cologne. He stiffens up again and is holding his breath. It's the same as before.

I feel something take over me, and I get the need to mess with him more. It's funny to see him all flustered because of me. I smirk at him, but he is refusing to look over at me for even just a split second. I'm getting good at this. I lean my other arm on the middle arm rest between us, and place my chin into the palm of my hand, still looking up at him. I pull his tie forward slightly, and his head turns to look at me. "W-What are you doing? I'm trying to drive you mad woman!"

I notice his cheeks flush. "I was just wondering, why did you chose for your tie to be yellow? Out of all of the colors of the rainbow, what made you chose a yellow tie?" His eyes get wide and he's hesitating. I know that he's trying to come up with an answer.

"W-Well, I'm a colorful guy. And I could ask the same for you," I chuckle and yank his tie even more. "Geez! I'm trying to drive, you're going to get us into an accident or something!" He is even more stilted than before.

"Fine." I chuckle and let go of his tie. He lets out a deep breath and his cheeks are still red. I don't know why I did that, but it was funny. I sit up straight and with a good posture, knowing I won the argument that wasn't exactly an argument. Whatever it was, it was hilarious. I have never felt this good in life. 

Authors note:

hey luvs! this was actually so much fun to write lmao. anywho im so excited for the dinner like i literally cant rn. but thank you sosososoooooo much for reading this, even if you dont comment. i love you guys so much that its impossible to put it into words. also im trying not to die rn because im listening to falling 💀 see you soon luvs ❤️