"Wear. Them."
"No."
"Please." He gives me puppy eyes, pouting his bottom lip out. He pushes the pants further in my direction, egging me on. I switch my glance from his face down to the pants he held before me.
"Why?" I whine. I didn't understand why he was so eager for me to wear these pants. But ironically enough, these were the pants Jess was begging me to wear the night I met him.
"Because they're fucking sick!" He says excitedly, drawing them back briefly to get a good look at them. He smiles as his eyes rake over the vibrant fabric.
"But they're way out of my comfort zone," I complain, frowning. Just because I was dating a world-renowned fashion icon didn't mean I had to dress like one as well.
"But it's your birthday... You're already stepping out of your comfort zone to have a party. Why not add to the fun by wearing these?" He shakes the pants, probably part of some strategy to lure me into wearing them. The worst part is, it was kind of working.
I roll my eyes and snatch the pants from his grip, annoyed with him for being so persuasive and annoyed with myself for being such a pushover.
"I knew you'd give in." He wraps his arms around me, holding me in a deathly tight hug. I let out a groan as I feel all my internal organs being squished together. He peppers kisses all over my face, causing me to squirm in his arms. After a few seconds, he releases me from his hold, the pressure immediately relieving from my sides. "Now go try them on...I wanna see how they look on you."
"You're going to see them eventually if I'm wearing them today," I say rationally. Harry tilts his head and gives me a death glare. I hold my hands up in surrender, giving in once again. "Fine."
I grip the pants tightly in my hands as I walk to the en suite connected to my bedroom. I didn't want to get ready for the day yet, but Harry gets what Harry wants. I close the bathroom door behind me before immediately stripping off my pajama bottoms. Yes, I was still wearing them, even though it was literally almost 2 pm. In my defense, it's my birthday so I get to do as I please.
I pull my shirt up over my head, setting it down on the counter as I was now half-naked. I step through the leg holes of the pants, pulling the rest up to my waist where it sat just above my belly button. I look around for a moment in search of a shirt until I remember I hadn't brought one in here with me in the first place.
Harry's seen me naked multiple times, so I don't think he'd mind the slightest bit if I were to walk out with only a bra on. So that's exactly what I did. I reenter my bedroom, my eyes landing immediately on Harry where he sits on the edge of my bed, patiently waiting for me to finish changing. His head tilts up at the sound of my approaching footsteps, looking up from his phone. A smile is brought to his face as his eyes land on the pants.
"Laugh all you want." I roll my eyes. "You're the one making me wear these."
"I'm not laughing," he defends quickly, springing to his feet. "I just...wow."
"So it doesn't look dumb?" I asked, smoothing out the fabric against my thighs.
"Not at all!" He shakes his head vigorously. "But... there is something that would make it even more amazing." I raise an eyebrow as he holds a finger up, telling me to wait. He rushes off and disappears into my closet for a moment. He reenters the room, holding up a pair of shoes. "These."
"Absolutely not." I shake my head. I knew he would choose those.
"Why not?" He whines, his shoulders slumping. He frowns once again, eager to continued to get his way.
"Because," I say sternly, "you're dressing me like I'm going to your concert." He chuckles at my statement.
"Lili," he begins seriously after he stops laughing, "why don't you want to dress up? What's the real reason?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "I just don't want to."
"Don't lie."
I let out a sigh. "I don't want to feel out of place...or like I'm trying too hard. So much attention will be on me as is because it's my birthday, and I just...I don't want any more."
"But why do you think like that? That's so strange to me." Harry shakes his head. "Besides, it's just going to be the four of us. There won't be anyone there to judge you, not that you should really care what anyone thinks anyway."
"Well, what are you wearing?" I ask, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth.
"Just black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt," he says casually, shrugging. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. I raise an eyebrow and he erupts in laughter. "No, umm..." He looks up at the ceiling, using his fingers to pinch his bottom lip. The corner of his mouth tilts up as he looks up at me. "How about you pick it out?"
"You want me to pick out your outfit?" I ask, swallowing harshly.
"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs. "I chose your outfit, so why don't you choose mine? That could be like a fun thing we do sometimes."
I had to laugh at his idea. "Whatever, Styles." I walk over to my dresser, where I finally gave him a drawer to put his clothes in so he wasn't living out of a suitcase anymore. He didn't have the widest variety of clothing in there, but I did my best. I chose out a pair of black high waisted pants...but I couldn't find a shirt for the life of me. Don't get me wrong, every shirt he owned was amazing, but he's worn them all so many times in the past few weeks that I felt like he needed a little something to spice up his outfit.
I toss the pants onto my bed and head over to my closet. My eyes search over the hangers full of clothes until they land on the specific shirt I was looking for in the first place. I wrap my fingers around the hanger, pulling it off the rack and leaving my closet.
"What's that?" Harry asks.
"The shirt you're gonna wear," I tell him as I lay the outfit out on the bed. "There," I say finally, smiling down at it in proud admiration. I don't think I did too bad. "You wear that tucked into those." I point around, gesturing to the different clothing items.
"Are you sure that'll fit me?" He asks wearily. "I mean you and I aren't exactly the same size."
"It's super big on me," I tell him. "Besides, you had no problem wearing one of my shirts on the flight home from Anguilla."
"In my defense, you left it out while packing. I was doing you a favor if you really think about it." He says and I laugh.
"Thanks," I say. "Where did that shirt go, by the way? I haven't seen it since you wore it."
Harry shrugs. "I put it in your laundry bin, I don't know what happened to it after that."
"Hm," I hum shrugging.
* * *
"Alright, what do we think?" Harry asks after changing into the outfit I chose for him. He waddles toward me, stopping and doing a little spin as if I couldn't already see the entirety of the outfit.
"Love," I tell him truthfully. He places his hands on his hips, looking down at his socks.
"What shoes do you think would go well?" He asks, still looking at his toes. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Shoes? Why do you need shoes?" I ask, confused. We weren't going anywhere...not that I knew of, at least. I'm pretty sure whatever get together he and Jess were planning was supposed to be here.
"Well you can't have a complete outfit without shoes," he says as if I was already supposed to know that.
I raise my hands up in defense, feeling slightly attacked. I stand up from where I sat on the edge of my bed, walking over to my closet. He kept his shoes in there, out of the way. It was almost like he was officially living here, which I guess he was in a way.
I look down at my options, which there weren't many. He had two pairs of tennis shoes and two pairs of Vans. One white and one black option for each kind of shoe. I decided to pick his white Vans, figuring they'd match the best.
"You don't have the biggest variety here, so I choose these," I say, walking back into my room.
"You should see the rest of my shoes...I have quite the collection," he tells me with a smirk as I hand him his white shoes.
"Where do you keep all your clothes?" I ask out of curiosity.
"In my closet," he states the obvious. I roll my eyes.
"I mean like your fancy suits and stuff," I emphasize. "Or do you just wear them one time and get rid of them?"
"No, I keep pretty much everything," he says and I raise my eyebrows. Everything? That was a lot to keep. "I put them all in London."
"Ooh, is there like some sort of 24-hour surveillance you have on them?" I ask, hoping there would be some interesting twist. "Is it like refrigerated?"
"Yeah, there's a dragon guarding it too," Harry says sarcastically. "No, I don't have surveillance. It's just like a normal storage unit...nothing special."
"Well, that's boring." I frown.
"Sorry." He shrugs. "Maybe I'll invest in better security if it interests you that much." Harry sits down and begins slipping on his shoes. "You still need to put your boots on, you know," he reminds me.
I groan. "Fine." I pick the boots up off the floor where Harry has put them down before he changed. I was already wearing socks, so I took a seat next to Harry and slipped the boots on. I knew for a fact my feet were going to be killing me tomorrow, but I still continued to put them on. If Harry wanted me to wear them, I was going to wear them.
I stand up, feeling 10 feet taller instantly. Harry stands up a few seconds after me and I was much closer to his height now that I was wearing the boots.
"You're much taller now," Harry states the obvious looking me up and down. "This makes things a little easier."
"What things?" I ask and without a response, Harry places his finger under my chin, bringing my lips up to his. He was still taller than me, but with the extra leverage, I was now only a couple of inches shorter. He pulls away and smiles at me.
"Happy birthday, Lili," he murmurs softly and quietly, still smiling. "I hope today isn't as bad as you're expecting."
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a/n: you have all waited so patiently since the last book to see the boots...and here i am to reveal them to you.
and now you know. also, here are the pink pants (yes the ones jess wanted her to wear to the london show)
and finally...the top she paired with the pants (it wasn't mentioned, but she obviously put a shirt on)