Too Many Secrets
Chapter 10
~Charlotte's P.O.V~
I called Harry after I came back from getting groceries. Ryann was still downstairs and I needed privacy incase we argued at any point.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hi, baby," I said cheerfully.
"Oh Charlotte. What are you calling for?" He asked.
"What, a girl can't call her boyfriend? When did that become a law?"
"I just... We usually just talk face to face," he awkwardly answered.
"I wanted to go out tonight, and I thought we could go on, like a date?" I bit my nails in nervousness.
Why was I nervous asking out my boyfriend? Because he was supposed to ask me.
"Umm... Sure, I mean of course, yeah we can make something work. I'll come get you at 7:00?" I smiled happily.
"Yeah, 7:00 is perfect," I grinned.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you, too, babe," I could hear the smile in his voice.
I pressed the red end button on my phone after.
"RYANN!!" I screamed.
"WHAT?!" She screamed back angrily.
I jumped at the sound of her voice before giggling.
"Come upstairs. I need a dress," I yelled softer.
She stomped up the stairs with a bag of 'Lays Original Chips' in her left hand. She threw her head back finishing the rest of what was in her right hand.
She chewed and crumbled the bag before throwing it in the nearest rubbish bin. She dusted her hands together, swallowing what was left in her mouth before speaking.
"Okay, what do you need exactly?" She questioned.
"I need a dress that makes me look classy," I nodded.
"Well, you came to the wrong person because my dresses are classy, yet trashy," she reasoned.
I sighed frustratedly, running my hand through my hair.
"Just show me some." She shrugged her shoulders, leading me to her room next door.
"Why is your room so...dirty?" I asked picking up a jacket from the floor.
"No reason," she itched her hair.
"Alright, so let's get that dress," she quickly made her way to her closet.
"Let's see, let's see," she muttered.
She concentrated on her clothes, biting her lip and shaking her head at the clothes she knew I wouldn't like.
"Ta da!" Ryann announced cheerfully.
I looked up from my spot on the bed and gasped.
"Oh my God!" I gasped.
I laughed at how I was acting.
Ryann giggled at my facial expression.
The dress was white at the top. There was a gold zip in the middle of the top. The bottom came above the knee and was a pink background with a light-colored flower design. I grabbed it and nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed.
I noticed Ryann's face scrunch at my choice of words, but I was too wrapped in the dress to notice her.
I immediately shed my clothes and carefully laid the dress on her bed. Ryann handed me a pair of her lace underwear and pushed me toward her bathroom.
I showered slowly, trying to let her strawberry body wash leave its smell on my body. I shampooed with her 'Green Apple' shampoo and was pleased with the scent it gave my hair.
I exited the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I wiped the mirror with my washcloth.
I stared at myself in the mirror and touched my brown hair. It stuck to my face. I touched my lips carefully and felt the smoothness against my skin. I felt...plain. Like I had no special features that made me standout.
I shook it off before opening the door. I saw her laughing on her bed with her phone against her cheek. She was talking to her old friend, Colbie.
I always thought it was weird how they both had boyish names, and were the bestest of friends. She saw me walk in and ended her phone call with Colbie.
She stood up straight and clapped her hands once and breathed an "ok," out at the same time.
She turned her head as I slipped in the blue lace undergarments. She helped me slip into the dress and fit it to my body.
She pulled her bag of hair ingredients out and searched through it. She breathed out frustratedly and just decided to dump everything on her bed.
I looked at the clock on her wall. It was designed into a monkey with orange headphones on its ears. It distracted me momentarily before I remembered the reason I even looked at the clock.
It was 5:55 and I cringed. Ryann followed my eyes and gasped and tugged me to her chair that sat in front of her mirror with some of her makeup already laid out.
She plugged in her hair straightener and picked the makeup that fit my dress while we waited for the straightener to heat up. She hovered her hand over the heated product and grabbed it between her dominant hand and closed and opened the heat pads twice.
"Okay, time to be sexy."
"So beautiful," Ryann muttered looking at me.
"Really?" I asked desperately.
"Amazing," she smiled.
"I really look that good?" I asked in disbelief.
"What? Oh yeah, you look good but I was talking about how good and fast I did this."
I gave her a look and looked at the time. It was about 7:03 and I walked down the stairs expertly in my heels.
I didn't hear Harry's car or any engine at that. I gave Ryann a sad look. Did he forget?
"Babe, it's fine. He's probably just in traffic or something." I nodded not believing her and sat down on the couch.
"Don't cry. It's just," she checked her phone. "6 measly minutes."
I nodded sniffing back my tears. I heard a car pull in and sighed happily and of relief.
"Have a nice date," Ryann said fixing my hair and getting my smudged makeup fixed.
As we opened the door, Harry had his fist in the air getting ready to alarm us he was here.
"Baby, baby, baby," he muttered in amazement.
He touched my hand delicately and spun me in a circle getting a good look at my body.
"Beautiful," he kissed me.
I smiled into the kiss. He kissed my cheek and pulled my hand slowly. We walked down the porch steps and heard Ryann shout to us before she closed the door.
"If she doesn't feel like a princess tonight, I'll make you feel like a little bitch for the REST of your life Styles."
I called Harry after I came back from getting groceries. Ryann was still downstairs and I needed privacy incase we argued at any point.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hi, baby," I said cheerfully.
"Oh Charlotte. What are you calling for?" He asked.
"What, a girl can't call her boyfriend? When did that become a law?"
"I just... We usually just talk face to face," he awkwardly answered.
"I wanted to go out tonight, and I thought we could go on, like a date?" I bit my nails in nervousness.
Why was I nervous asking out my boyfriend? Because he was supposed to ask me.
"Umm... Sure, I mean of course, yeah we can make something work. I'll come get you at 7:00?" I smiled happily.
"Yeah, 7:00 is perfect," I grinned.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you, too, babe," I could hear the smile in his voice.
I pressed the red end button on my phone after.
"RYANN!!" I screamed.
"WHAT?!" She screamed back angrily.
I jumped at the sound of her voice before giggling.
"Come upstairs. I need a dress," I yelled softer.
She stomped up the stairs with a bag of 'Lays Original Chips' in her left hand. She threw her head back finishing the rest of what was in her right hand.
She chewed and crumbled the bag before throwing it in the nearest rubbish bin. She dusted her hands together, swallowing what was left in her mouth before speaking.
"Okay, what do you need exactly?" She questioned.
"I need a dress that makes me look classy," I nodded.
"Well, you came to the wrong person because my dresses are classy, yet trashy," she reasoned.
I sighed frustratedly, running my hand through my hair.
"Just show me some." She shrugged her shoulders, leading me to her room next door.
"Why is your room so...dirty?" I asked picking up a jacket from the floor.
"No reason," she itched her hair.
"Alright, so let's get that dress," she quickly made her way to her closet.
"Let's see, let's see," she muttered.
She concentrated on her clothes, biting her lip and shaking her head at the clothes she knew I wouldn't like.
"Ta da!" Ryann announced cheerfully.
I looked up from my spot on the bed and gasped.
"Oh my God!" I gasped.
I laughed at how I was acting.
Ryann giggled at my facial expression.
The dress was white at the top. There was a gold zip in the middle of the top. The bottom came above the knee and was a pink background with a light-colored flower design. I grabbed it and nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed.
I noticed Ryann's face scrunch at my choice of words, but I was too wrapped in the dress to notice her.
I immediately shed my clothes and carefully laid the dress on her bed. Ryann handed me a pair of her lace underwear and pushed me toward her bathroom.
I showered slowly, trying to let her strawberry body wash leave its smell on my body. I shampooed with her 'Green Apple' shampoo and was pleased with the scent it gave my hair.
I exited the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I wiped the mirror with my washcloth.
I stared at myself in the mirror and touched my brown hair. It stuck to my face. I touched my lips carefully and felt the smoothness against my skin. I felt...plain. Like I had no special features that made me standout.
I shook it off before opening the door. I saw her laughing on her bed with her phone against her cheek. She was talking to her old friend, Colbie.
I always thought it was weird how they both had boyish names, and were the bestest of friends. She saw me walk in and ended her phone call with Colbie.
She stood up straight and clapped her hands once and breathed an "ok," out at the same time.
She turned her head as I slipped in the blue lace undergarments. She helped me slip into the dress and fit it to my body.
She pulled her bag of hair ingredients out and searched through it. She breathed out frustratedly and just decided to dump everything on her bed.
I looked at the clock on her wall. It was designed into a monkey with orange headphones on its ears. It distracted me momentarily before I remembered the reason I even looked at the clock.
It was 5:55 and I cringed. Ryann followed my eyes and gasped and tugged me to her chair that sat in front of her mirror with some of her makeup already laid out.
She plugged in her hair straightener and picked the makeup that fit my dress while we waited for the straightener to heat up. She hovered her hand over the heated product and grabbed it between her dominant hand and closed and opened the heat pads twice.
"Okay, time to be sexy."
"So beautiful," Ryann muttered looking at me.
"Really?" I asked desperately.
"Amazing," she smiled.
"I really look that good?" I asked in disbelief.
"What? Oh yeah, you look good but I was talking about how good and fast I did this."
I gave her a look and looked at the time. It was about 7:03 and I walked down the stairs expertly in my heels.
I didn't hear Harry's car or any engine at that. I gave Ryann a sad look. Did he forget?
"Babe, it's fine. He's probably just in traffic or something." I nodded not believing her and sat down on the couch.
"Don't cry. It's just," she checked her phone. "6 measly minutes."
I nodded sniffing back my tears. I heard a car pull in and sighed happily and of relief.
"Have a nice date," Ryann said fixing my hair and getting my smudged makeup fixed.
As we opened the door, Harry had his fist in the air getting ready to alarm us he was here.
"Baby, baby, baby," he muttered in amazement.
He touched my hand delicately and spun me in a circle getting a good look at my body.
"Beautiful," he kissed me.
I smiled into the kiss. He kissed my cheek and pulled my hand slowly. We walked down the porch steps and heard Ryann shout to us before she closed the door.
"If she doesn't feel like a princess tonight, I'll make you feel like a little bitch for the REST of your life Styles."
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12/10/13