Harry's pov:
"I have nothing to wear" y/n complained, laying out on the bed in just her bra and pyjama bottoms. She had lots to wear, a whole wardrobe full, and she'd look gorgeous in anything she put on to me.
She laid upside down off the bed, looking at me doing my hair in the mirror.
"Babyyyy"
"hm" I replied, it sounded like I wasn't listening, but I was, when y/n was in this mood it was always so cute. So I carried on focussing on my hair.
"Harryyy, listen to me" she pouted. I heard a thud onto the floor as she fell clumsily off the bed and appeared behind me in the mirror.
She peeked from behind my shoulder before putting her hand through my hair and messing it up slightly to get my attention.
"Hey, hey" I laughed, turning around to see her face, still slightly red from being upside down. "What's wrong babe?" I said, kissing her on the lips softly.
"I've been through all my clothes and I have nothing" y/n said again "I can't go out for dinner if I have nothing to wear"
"There has to be something" I replied, getting up and looking in the closet.
I searched through the endless amounts of dresses and skirts whilst y/n sat on the floor.
"You won't find anything" she called out.
"Well what about this" I said, pulling out a short red dress. I'd been with y/n to get it, she must have tried on at least twenty dresses that day, and she decided she hated every single one of them, coming out of the dressing room shaking her head at each dress. But I'd thought she'd looked stunning in all of them, until she tried on this red one. It fit her so beautifully, hugging her in all of the right places, making her figure stand out even more. She never really seemed to like it as much as I did, but I thought it made her look perfect - if she could get any more perfect.
Y/n stood up and walked over to me, taking the dress out of my hand "You really like this one huh?" she smiled, kissing me on the cheek before settling down to do her makeup.
I left the room, stepping out to go and put on my shoes before deciding to quickly slip out to the shop to buy her flowers. I'd always buy her flowers before a special night, whether the night just be us on the couch watching a movie or going to a huge event in London.
As I came back I carefully crept up the stairs and poked my head behind our bedroom door. Y/n sat in front of the mirror, singing along to the songs on the radio whilst finishing curling her hair. I watched for a few moments, looking carefully at the funny way she stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth whilst concentrating on her hair. I watched as she applied her red lipstick, choosing the one which matched her dress the best.
"Love" I called, she turned around a huge smile across her face as she saw the bouquet of flowers in my hand.
"Oh Harry!" y/n wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She took the bunch from my hand and placed them in the empty vase on her bedside table.
As she turned, I looked at her properly for the first time, her red dress fitted to her figure, hair curled and makeup applied as amazing as she always does.
"You look... incredible" I said, kissing her once more. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes just let me put my shoes on" she said, picking up her heels from the side.
"I'll help you" I said, sitting her down as she giggled and fixing the black shoes onto her feet.
She stood up and put her arm through mine, a constant smile on her face as we walked out the house and went to dinner.
