Jay Cee El

Ninety Two // Street Meet

[rewritten]

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Julie's P.O.V

Getting ready for my date with Harry proved to be problematic with the girls by my side. Liz couldn't really help because her ankle. Her injury was worse than anyone thought and she was now in a cast for the next few weeks. She didn't need crutches, which was good. She was just wearing one of those black boots. That didn't mean that Niall didn't obsessively take care of her, which was cute, but very annoying.

Now it was just the three of us and Caitlin was putting the finishing touches on my makeup while Liz curled my hair. I had yet to see the final results, but I was excited to see how I looked. I know that Caitlin didn't want to dress me up too much, which I liked. I didn't want to be coated with makeup when Harry and I went out on a date.

"You look really pretty." Liz commented as she set the hair curler on the nightstand.

"Thanks." I said quietly, my eyes focused on looking straight ahead so Caitlin can touch up my eye shadow. After a second she announced she was down, backing up to let me stand up. I walked over to the bathroom, flipping on the lights to look at my reflection.

I smiled to myself when I saw that I didn't look fake, I looked natural. My hair was curled and laid out on the plaid shirt that adorned my body. I was also wearing a pair of black leggings and then my ankle boots. I liked Liz's outfit choice; it was perfect for a fall date. I sent myself one last confident smile before turning off the lights and walking out of the bathroom.

"What do you think?" Liz asked from her spot on the bed. Her leg was propped up, with ice on her ankle. She had to ice it after walking on it too long and after traveling all day, it made her ankle hurt worse. I have no idea why, but it did.

"I like it. Thanks girls." I said, walking to my bed and grabbing my phone and black leather purse. I checked the screen of my phone and saw that Harry had texted me, telling me that he was on his way up. The message was sent a minute ago and as I moved to respond to the text, there was a knock on the door. Caitlin let out a girly squeal that practically made my ears bleed and she ran to the door, throwing it open and smiling at Harry.

"Hey, she's almost ready. So what are you two planning on doing?" Caitlin asked him as I walked over.

"It's actually a sur-" Harry started to speak up but I cut him off, shoving Caitlin out of my way.

"It's none of your business. I'll see you two later." I said.

Caitlin rolled her eyes, "Fine. But use protection. I don't want to be an aunt just yet." Caitlin

"Shut up. Come on Harry, let's go." I laughed, stepping out of the hotel room and closing the door behind me. Harry laughed as he reached down and took my hand in his.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful, but I don't think that you'd like that very much." Harry commented as we walked towards the elevators.

"Oh no, that's too cliché and overused. You can tell me that I look like shit though. Because you look like shit too. Did you even bother getting dressed up for tonight?" I deadpanned.

Harry snorted, shaking his head. "Actually no, I didn't. I decided that I would dress down, as you oh so obviously did." Harry said, looking at my outfit. I tried my best not to blush and succeeded, silently thanking the God's above that I wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of blushing.