Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

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"I didn't exactly tell Harry I was coming."

"Why the hęll wouldn't you tell him you were coming?"

"I don't know, what if he decided he didn't want to see me anymore." Gwent gives me a look as if to say you're the stupidest smart person I know before giving my hand a squeeze.

"I really don't think that's possible. You've been talking to him every night for the past week and a half. You're on the phone sometimes until three in the morning talking and laughing about random shįt. He's totally into you and there's no way he would just change his mind like that." She snaps her perfectly manicured fingers for emphasis all the whilst giving me a comforting smile. "I suggest you give him a heads up; do it or I will."

"Okay, Talia." She thought it was the funniest thing in the world when I told her how I renamed her Talia. She absolutely hates that name, because her riding instructor's name was Talia and the woman was a right bįtch.

"Alright, Mary." She also gave me a lot of crap for my "name". Apparently she thinks Mary is too close to Mabel and she doesn't know how I couldn't come up with anything better in the amount of time I had been planning my first escape.

I decide to do as Gwen said and give Harry a tiny heads up that I may be popping in to say hello. His contact is the first to pop up when I open messenger, a smile appearing on my lips as I briefly see how we ended our conversation last night. He sent me a goodnight message long after I fell victim to sleep: goodnight. sweet dreams pretty girl xx. I push the nervousness aside, the goodnight message giving me comfort as I type away.

M: So, I may or may not be waltzing into London as we speak. And I may or may not be planning on stopping by a certain someone's place of work. Hope you don't mind xx

"That's cute. God you two are sickeningly cute."

"Ladies, we're approaching the shop." Liam announces to us, my gaze immediately falling out of the car to see an extravagant storefront coming into view. Pierre spared no expense when it came to the storefront, apparently. Expensive gowns lined the window, and the inside looks just as luxurious as the outside, and marble pillars frame the window.

"It's a boutique, Liam, not a shop." Gwen corrects him, a teasing smile upon her red painted lips. Liam returns the grin with a playful eye roll. Her and Liam's relationship mirror mine and Niall's in likeliness. We've known Liam and Niall for years now, so of course we're close. They're our friends, not just out protectors.

"Alright, princess."

"You know if I weren't a raging lesbian I think you and I would get on quite nicely." She teases, earning a chuckle from Alex and a shake of my head.

"I'm sure my wife would appreciate you saying that." Liam says as the car comes to a complete stop and he gets out, holding the door open for us. I slide out of the car first, hands grasping the garment bag with a death grip.

"Send my love to Anna, will you." Gwen receives a glare from Liam as he lends her a hand to get out of the town car. I laugh at the their exchange, appreciating the fact that they have such a close bond. If Gwen wasn't close with at least one of her staff members I'd be worried about her. She needs someone in her life to keep her in check and, of course, someone to talk to.

"Gwendolyn, darling!" A flamboyant man with long blonde hair flings the door of the boutique open and greets Gwen with a hug and a kiss upon each cheek. His sky-high figure towers over Gwen, the both wearing incredibly tall heels making me feel like a child compared to them. Gwen is naturally an inch taller than I, but when she wears heels higher than mine she's a bloody giant. You'd think she's the older one of the two of us.

"Oh Pierre, it's so good to see you. How have you been?"

The two engage in small chatter as I weasile my way into the boutique, eyeing all the beautiful garments hanging from the shelves. Each item of clothing is equally spaced apart, the aesthetic very pleasing to the eye. The colours range as does the style, no two items are even remotely similar.

"Ah, you must be Mabel." I spin around, as if I've been caught viewing something I shouldn't and look over towards the chattering pair. Pierre walks up to me with open arms, greeting me much like he did Gwen. " I've heard so much about you, darling. Must I say you are ravishingly gorgeous."

"Oh, why thank you Mr. Boudreaux."

"Please, call me Pierre. I can't stand formalities like that. Shall we see what item you have for me to work with?" He motions behind him towards an open doorway, sending me a discrete wink as he lifts the garment bag from my hands.

The five of us, including Liam and Alex, follow Pierre into the back of the boutique, which is just as elegant as the front. There are less items than there are in the front, but each one looks more luxurious than the next. I can see why Gwen is so taken with Pierre as a designer and friend. We're lead to a seating area but Liam and Alex stay behind at the closed door, their backs to the door as if protecting anyone from coming or going.

"Now, let's get you changed." Pierre hands me my garment bag and just as I'm about to step behind the curtain in the fitting room he stops me. "I know your plan was to waltz in like you just got off work, but I can't let you go in some ridiculous pantsuit."

"But it's Calvin Klein."

"And so drab. You want to impress this man, don't you?" I nod my head wearily as Pierre grabs a dress from the rack to his left. "Then you'll wear this."

A gasp immenants from my lips as I see the piece he's holding out for me to take. It's a marvelous, near sheer, white dress that looks like it ends just below the knee but with a centre slit towards the mid-thigh. The sleeves are long but light in the heaviness of the fabric, which is great for this warm weather we've been having. The neckline dips down to a column of buttons, which allows me to determine the amount of cleavage I want to show off. There fabric cinches the waist a bit and in Pierre's other hands he's holding a pair of gold Louboutins.

"I'm no shoe designer, darling, so I hope you don't mind these beauties." I open my mouth to thank him, but I'm in utter shock. "Don't thank me just yet, go put it on."

Five minutes later I'm standing in awe on a pedestal in front of a wall of mirrors, everyone standing behind me admiring the dress. It's absolutely gorgeous, hugging all the right curves. Whilst I'm usually hesitant on wearing white I can't seem to find any complaints about this piece.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Pierre."

"No need to thank me, dear. If Harry doesn't rip it off, I just might." A chorus of laughter rings throughout the room as Liam clears his throat. He gives me a nod of his head, signalling that it's time I go. "Go get that man of yours; don't worry about your sister, she'll be safe with me."

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