Notice Me

Chapter 27

Aria-

"Get dressed baby." Harry purrs before pecking my lips, pulling on his pants and jogging to his front door. I sigh and toss on my clothes quickly before walking towards the voices, "Harry this is Aria Mendes." Harry introduces me.

"Harry-"

"Lambert, my stylist. I usually just call him sue though." Harry smirks and I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Mendes?" Harry, aka Sue, asks and I nod.

"Shawn's older and much smarter sister." I smirk causing Harry to chuckle.

"I've dressed your brother a few times, he is a gorgeous man but I had no clue he had an even more gorgeous sister." Harry's stylist winks at me before pulling a massive clothing rack into the apartment, "Piano room?" He asks and Harry nods,  I follow the two men into the room with the baby grand piano. "Here, go try these one while I measure him for a tux for his X factor performance in early November." He says handing me a handful of hangers that are ridiculously heavy.

"Here, I've got them." Harry says as he takes them from me, his arm ripples as he hold them up and carries them into his closet. "Sorry about that." He says softly after hanging them up, "You ok babe?" He asks when he's met with silence, his hands go to my hips and I sigh. 

"Yea, I'm fine." I assure him, he shoots me a look that tells me he doesn't believe me before kissing me softly. 

"The faster you try them on the quicker he'll leave." He says with a wink before walking out, his tight firm ass is on display in his skintight jeans with no shirt hindering my view as I bite my lip.

I just can't believe how lucky I am to of met him.

The hangers are full of lingerie, dresses some tops, skirts and pants along with a few bathing suits. A pair of black high waisted silk pants catch my eye and I slip them on with ease before noticing that there are the same pants in a size smaller and a size larger as well. 

The man covers his bases.

I comb through the lingerie and see a gorgeous white lace crop top so I pull that on over a suitable bra before topping the look with a dark royal blue fitted velvet jacket and looking in the mirror. Damn I look good.

When I walk into the piano room Harry has his back to me in boxers as his stylist measures him, Harry(aka Sue) stands up in shock when he sees me. 

"Bloody hell." He mutters and Harry looks back at me over his shoulder, his lips part and his eyes light up like a kid learning they're going to Disneyland. 

"Bloody hell is right." He says as he walks away from his stylist, he looks over my body shamelessly before motioning for me to spin. As I face forward after spinning Harry wraps his arms around my waist as he gazes into my eyes and bites his lip. "You look stunning Ari." He whispers before pressing his lips to mine.

"Come on H, you can kiss her after we're done and I'm miles away." His stylist teases and Harry huffs, "I forgot, this trunk is for you." He says to me motioning to a large, gorgeous Luis Vuitton trunk. When I open it I see at least a dozen boxes of shoes from all the big brand names.

"This is too much Harry." I say in disbelief and he chuckles.

"Nonsense baby, here I'll help you with it." He says as he closes the top before grabbing the handle and rolling it into his room, "Go ahead and try the rest on in here, pick out a swimsuit for later and put on a dress for dinner." He instructs before pecking my lips softly and walking back into the piano room.

Sighing I do as told trying on everything else and setting the sizes that didn't fit to the side, I pull aside a black bikini for later before pulling on a killer dark purple lingerie set. A black dress caught my eye, it was high necked but showed off my shoulders as well as my figure impeccably.

Damn my ass looks good.

In the trunk I find some amazing dark red velvet pumps with a gold heel so I pull them on before going to walk into the piano room, "Can you have Gucci make Aria evening gowns to match the suits I've chosen for the red carpet?" I hear Harry ask.

"It may be too late for that especially since Dakota Johnson will be attending every award show you attend." His stylist answers, "I mean, I can try..... You really must be crazy about her if you're thinking that far ahead of time H."

"I don't know what it is but it feels so fucking right, she doesn't need anything extravagent. Just make sure we compliment each other well, her beauty is better suited for very well fitted, understated dresses." He replies and I sit down as I begin to freak out.

A red carpet? Wait no, CARPETS?

I'm not ready for this, this is too much too soon. Yes I'm crazy about him but am I ready to be publicly scrutinized for tying down Harry Fucking Styles?

I don't think I am.