The Final Leg - Book 4

Chapter 1

“I do not like the sleeves,” Harry says firmly, shaking his head as he holds up a dress, “You don’t? I kind of like them.” Scar murmurs out, looking like a fish out of water in this upper-class store filled with woman all dressed up to the 9’s,  yet there she was, with her ripped up jeans and dusted up leather jacket. In my opinion, she was definitely the most beautiful looking girl in the store.

“What do you think Blondie?” She asks me with a sigh, her head tilted to the side.

“Uh… I don’t know much about dresses.” I get out, my lip bitten.

“Oh come on, I need your opinion before I try something on. I mean, you guys were the only people I knew that would actually have an input if I go dress shopping.” She sighs, her lip slightly pouted.

“Of course you chose the gay ones,” Harry chuckles, muttering a ‘typical’ beneath his breath.

“Well both that factor and because I don’t have any friends that are girls.” She gets out, shaking her head. “You two were the closest things to it.” She shrugs.

“Why not just ask Louis and Zayn then?” Harry suggests. “I mean, they’re into girls too – you know? They’ll actually check you out and tell you if your boobs look good… or whatever they think about. Niall and I aren’t looking at that – we’re looking at whether or not the colours work with your eyes.” He mocks, rolling his eyes.

“Ha. You think you’re funny.” She sneers, shaking her head before she sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear – with about three earrings on it.

“This is so hard.” She mutters out and I couldn’t help but frown at all of the weird looks she got off of the staff who worked here – whose noses seemed so far up in the air they were at cloud level.

“You look good in everything Scarlett. I’m telling you honestly here, I mean – you’re a beautiful looking girl.” Harry compliments, noticing the looks she was getting as well in the high-class store.

“Why can’t I just… find a normal dress like other girls? I mean, Liam’s family – they always look so good when we go for dinner and I look like such a bloke.” She murmurs as she pockets her hands in her leather jacket which was cut in at the waist – giving her shape.

“It’s your engagement party and we’re finding you something beautiful – show his family that you’re way out of Liam’s league.” Harry suggests as she scoffs breathlessly to herself.

“I don’t know if they like me... I mean, I’m more of a guy than Liam is.” She chuckles to herself. “It’s cute sometimes,” her voice is like a whisper as she talks about her fiancé.

“You’re marrying him Scar and really fucking soon.” Harry perks up, earning some eye-brow raises from his course words.

“I know, gives me something to look forward to.” She nods as she bites her lip, looking through a couple of plain black dresses which were all hung up.

“I like this one,” she hums, her head tilted to the side as she pulls that short yet seemingly refined black dress off of the rack – her eyes wandering over it with major intrigue.