Getting Ready

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

PANIC.

That's all that was going through my mind at the moment.

The wardrobe was a fucking mess. Clothes strewn everywhere. I couldn't find an appropriate dress to wear and I only had 2 fucking hours till we had to leave.

If you're a girl that's into getting ready for parties then you can probably feel the sheer anxiety that I'm in right now.

"Kitten, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry came in and stared wide-eyed at the mess.

"I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR. 150 FUCKING ARTICLES OF CLOTHING AND IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE PARTY DRESSES. I CAN'T GO!" I cried exaggerating the situation like the dramatic hoe that I am.

He suddenly burst into laughter. I glared at him in frustration.

How could he possibly know what I'm going through!?

I haven't set foot out of this fucking house since... well since the day I was kidnapped. I can't face the world looking like a raccoon that's been rolling around in a fucking dumpster!

"Get ready, I have your dress tucked away somewhere safe." he chuckled. "What? I-I can't get ready until I've seen the dress! I mean, wha-what's the color? What kind of fabric is it? Does it have a low back or not so should I put my hair up or down? Is the cleavage deep so will I need to wear a necklace-" I started ranting.

Why am I making such a big deal out of this? Well I am going as Harry's girlfriend so I guess I should look like a fucking drug lord's queen.

He came up to me and gently cupped my cheeks in his hands. I stopped talking and stared at his beautiful face.

"What?" I asked softly. After a moment of silence, his lips slowly cracked into a smile.

"Nothing, you just look really pretty." He said and suddenly pecked me on the lips.

He let go of my cheeks and turned to walk out of the room, leaving me pink and flustered.

I look pretty...

He quickly peeked his head back into the room. "Oh, and the dress is black and gold." he said before leaving, this time for good.

My knees buckled and I fell to the ground. Why does my heart feel like it's gonna burst out of my chest?

A big goofy ass grin made its way across my lips as I got up and started to get ready.

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My breath caught in my throat when I saw the dress hanging in Harry's room. He wasn't here at the moment so I quickly stripped down to get into the dress, scared that it would 'poof ' away from existence.

I was careful not to get any makeup on the dress as I slipped it on. After getting the dress on, I put on the earrings that Harry had left on the dressing table.

Suddenly I heard the door open and turned around to see who it was. It was Harry.

He stood there just gawking at me, his jaw hanging open. I couldn't help but laugh at his expression.

"Thank you for the dress Harry. It's absolutely fucking gorgeous." I said looking down and tracing my hands over the dress.

"It's nothing compared to you, kitten. You look stunning." he grinned.

"Why, thank you." I blushed.

"Aren't you gonna get dressed?" I asked, finally noticing that he was in a black tank top and pajamas.

"Oh, yeah, I was just getting your shoes." he said, coming into the room and bringing a shoe box with him.

"Sit on the bed for me, kitten." he instructed.

I did as told and sat down, careful not to crease my dress. Harry opened the box, revealing a pair of gorgeous as fuck high heels.

(The whole outfit's gonna be shown below so don't worry.)

I was left staring at the shoes with my mouth hanging open. "Oh my God, Harry!" I cried out in surprise and sheer fucking happiness.

He smiled as he put them on my feet.

"Shoes fit for a goddess." he said as he helped me stand up. I walked over to the full-length mirror to look at myself.

Not to brag or anything but I looked pretty hot.

The dress hugged me in all the right places.

It wasn't too exposing either. It just had a very low back and a slit across my right leg going all the way up to my thigh. The beautiful gold snake on my back matched with the snakes wrapped around my ankles that were attached to my black stiletto high heels.

"I'll go and get dressed then." Harry said, kissing me on the forehead before getting his outfit and going into the bathroom.

I had expected him to start changing here but I guess he learned from last time that I was uncomfortable with him stripping down fucking ass naked with me still in the room.

I found myself blushing when the memory of him standing naked in front of me that day flashed across my mind. It was hard not to think about it.

I inhaled sharply as I tried to distract myself by doing my hair. In the end, I decided on a messy bun so I could show off the gorgeous back of my dress. I had done my makeup pretty dark, so it would match the dress perfectly.

Harry came out after he was done and I tried not to look too flustered as I stared at him.

My heart and lungs had stopped working.

'Fuck, he's gorgeous.' I thought. 'And all mine.' the slutty/evil side of me thought.

I pursed my lips, trying not to smirk. Oh, you little whore.

Harry was wearing an outfit that matched my dress perfectly. It was a black suit with intricate gold patterns on it and matching gold boots. We're gonna look so cute together!

"Fuck, Harry, you look hot." I grinned, taking him all in and searing the image into my brain.

Harry smirked as he came towards me. I didn't back up.

He snaked his arm around my waist, where my bare back ended (which was quite low, mind you). I didn't find myself flinching or shying away from his touch which shocked me.

His cold fingers grazed my bare skin as his face lowered down to my eye level.

"Am I making you horny, kitten?" he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened as my cheeks grew hot. I pushed him so he stumbled back a little with an evil smirk plastered across his face.

"HARRY WHAT THE FUCK." I screamed, embarrassed like hell cause it wasn't a complete fucking lie.

I heard him laugh as I marched out of the room. The rest of the guys were waiting outside, all dressed and looking sharp.

Harry came out behind me and put an arm around my waist, which I tried to shake off but his grip only tightened on my hip.

The gang whistled as they saw us. Their whistles turned into howls and barks. I gave them all a 'what the actual fuck is wrong with you guys' look and then sighed.

Boys will always be boys.

"I believe we have a party to attend." Harry said once the dogs had stopped howling.

Despite the nervous butterflies in my stomach I was excited to finally be interacting with people other then these... dumb asses.