American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 30 - There wasn't even penetration

"You're supposed to be useful, Joey." I groan, trying to decide which outfit would be good for Harry's first concert in the second part of tour.

"Ask Archie." He shrugs, laying on my bed, staring at his phone.

"No offense Archie, but I don't think he'd be the best at choosing an outfit." I reply.

"I'll have you know this outfit was considering very groovy back in my day." Archie replies in a matter-of-factly tone, pointing at his suit.

"Yes, I know Archie, you're very sexy. Now someone help me choose an outfit." I say.

"What are the choices?" Joey asks, finally putting his phone down.

"So first one is this." I say.

"Burn it." Joey says.

"What?" I say.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was 2010 and we were in a fucking wattpad fan-fiction." Joey says.

"Fine, jeez. What about this?" I hold up a white tube top with baggy jeans.

"I like it." Archie smiles.

"No, no, no. Girl, you're going to the concert of the man you're in love with. You need to go all out, show him what he's missing!" Joey exclaims, walking into my closet and dramatically throwing things back in forth.

I huff and flop into the bed next to Archie. Styles jumps up next to me and lays on my stomach.

"Any chance I could look at Harry's room?" Archie whispers.

"Why?" I raise my brow.

"No reason. Just...steal a few suits maybe." He mumbles.

"I don't care, I'll just say Styles ate them." I shrug.

He smiles, jumping up and waddling to Harry's room. Joey finally emerges from the closet with the outfit that I bought with Harry last time. He really liked it so maybe I should wear it.

"Now this...this is what a bad bitch wears." He says with a proud smile.

"I hate you."

"You love me."