“But she’s not really the girly girl type person.” Harry explained to employee, who was trying to help him find the perfect phone case for Mirabelle.

“How about this one?” The girl asked, showing Harry a phone case with way too many flowers on it.

“What part about not girly did you not understand?” Harry laughed, but he was honestly very annoyed. The employee blushed, sighing as she went through a box of phone cases.

“What about if it has the first letter of her name on it?” the girl suggested.

Harry shrugged. “Her name starts with ‘M’.”

The girl nodded and start going through a different box. From the corner of his eye, Harry spotted and iPhone case that made him grin.

“I think I found what I was looking for.”

Harry pointed to the case and the girl gave him a funny look, but then took it out from behind the glass. Harry felt accomplished that he had found the iPhone case. It was literally a picture of a sprinkled donut. Perfect.

“That’s the one.” Harry declared with a satisfied nod. The girl grinned, nodding before ushering him over to the cashier box.

Once he paid, he took the bag with the case in it, pushing his sunglasses down to his eyes and flipping his hood over his head before walking out. Mirabelle would surely love the phone.

Once Harry pulled into the driveway of his house, he sat in the car and took the iPhone 5 out of the box, closing the case around it. He smiled again, then dropped the phone into his pocket and entered the house, locking the car door behind him.

Harry almost had a heart attack when he opened the door.

There stood Mirabelle in full black with a kitchen knife in her hand.

“Boo!”

He stumbled back outside, and Mirabelle doubled over in laughter.

“Damn it! I should’ve videotaped that.” She giggled, pulling herself up. Harry consciously pat the phone in his pocket, making sure he didn’t feel any cracks on it. He stood up, laughing dryly, and entered his house.

“That was not funny. I could’ve passed out.” He frowned, shaking his head. Of course, he was only teasing. Mirabelle smirked, skipping into the kitchen and placing the knife back in its home.

“I am so going to get you back for that.” Harry promised, “but for now, I got you a little present.”

Mirabelle’s eyes lit up. “Ooh. A present? For me?”

“Yeah.” Harry pulled the phone from his pocket, placing it in Mirabelle’s hands.

“Oh.” She said, twisting her mouth into a tiny smile. “A phone?”

“Turn it around.”

“Whoa! Never mind. This is cool!” she grinned, pretending to eat the donut.

Harry nearly gave himself a facepalm. Mirabelle was the only girl he knew who would try to put her phone in her mouth as soon as she received it.

Mirabelle sat on the sofa and read through the instructions manual, setting her lock screen, home screen, and picture I.D. to pictures of donuts, while Harry sat beside her, shaking his head in disbelief. Harry could only imagine what her birthday party themes in the coming years would be.

Most likely donuts.

“Sorry for scaring you.” Mirabelle apologized, kicking her feet up onto the sofa and resting her feet in Harry’s lap.

“Who gave you permission to put your legs on me?”

“I don’t need permission.” Mirabelle sassed, snapping her fingers. Harry laughed to himself, thinking Louis and Mirabelle could easily be related.

“By the way, I gave you your punishment for leaving the house while I was asleep.” Mirabelle put out casually, typing something in on her phone.

Harry’s eyes widened.

“What did you do?”

Mirabelle shrugged. “Go check your closet.”

Harry didn’t hesitate, shooting Mirabelle a glare before bolting towards his room. He opened his closet door, and all his clothes were sprawled across the floor.

“What the hell, Mirabelle?” Harry shouted, grimacing when he heard Mirabelle cackle from the living room. The girl had problems that need to be fixed immediately.

He exited his bedroom, taking one of his boxers with him. He crept up behind Mirabelle and shoved the underwear onto her head.

“Gross!” she yelled, pulling it off. She smirked when she saw Harry.

“Surprise.”

If Mirabelle were a guy, Harry would’ve given her a good punch in the chest. But Mirabelle was Mirabelle, so he just couldn’t.

Mirabelle shoved Harry’s boxers into his chest, smiling uncontrollably.

“Why are you so extremely hyper today?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Just as he asked the question, he spotted his bag of Hershey chocolates sitting on the kitchen counter top wide open.

“Never mind,” he muttered.

“When will we get to see Louis again?” Mirabelle asked, chewing on her finger nails. “He’s much more fun than you are.” Harry frowned just a tad; he wished he was as fun as Mirabelle wanted him to be. He tried hard to convince himself he wasn’t jealous of Louis, but clearly that was a lie.

“Come on Mirabelle. He and Eleanor just left this morning. Give them a break.”

“Why?” Mirabelle smirked. “Am I tiring.”

“Very.” Harry nodded, settling down on the couch. He switched the television on and began flipping through the channels.

“Harry?”

He turned towards Mirabelle, who was biting her lip. “Hm?”

“Would you be mad if I told you that I used your laptop for something?”

He shrugged. “No. It’s okay.”

Mirabelle grinned. “In that case, I looked you up on the Google and found out everything about you. I even read some of those stories that your fans make about you. What are they called?”

“Fan-fictions.” Harry answered, remembering a few that he had read as well.

“Those stories can get so dirty.”

Harry blushed, knowing she was right.

“I want to meet the other people in your band.” Mirabelle stated confidently. Harry was shocked.

“I thought you hated people.”

“I do.” Mirabelle chirped. “But maybe One Direction will be an exception.” She giggled. “Hey, that rhymes.”

Harry needed to find a better hiding spot for those chocolates.

Afterward, Mirabelle and Harry went to his room, and Harry showed her some albums with Gemma and his mum. In pictures of Harry with his prom date, Mirabelle demanded to know the name of the “un-lucky girl.” He accidentally handed her an album full of his baby pictures, to which Mirabelle began laughing at non-stop. When Harry realized which album he had given her, he quickly took it away, but knew the damage was already done. But soon, Mirabelle’s laughs ceased, and she stared longingly at the album.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, staring at her. Mirabelle frowned and looked at the ground, running her hand over the carpet.

“I wonder where I came from.” She said quietly. “I wonder what I looked like when I was a baby.”

“I bet you were beautiful.” Harry mumbled, but Mirabelle’s head snapped up, and Harry knew she had heard.

“Why do you lie to me so much?” she asked, her expression becoming hard. “I hate when people lie.”

“I’m not lying.” Harry said softly. “You just don’t seem to realize that you’re really, really beautiful.”

Mirabelle groaned. “Just shut up.” she sighed. “You always ruin things when you tell me that. I hate it, so stop telling me lies about myself. Especially ones that you think will help me feel better.”

It bothered Harry than Mirabelle was so insecure. He had thought about it so many times, about how she looked perfect even when she had just woken up to eat breakfast. He had thought about how she laughed and make snide remarks that could be rude and adorable at her same time. He thought about Mirabelle as a whole, about her long, dirty blonde hair, and striking colorful eyes that he had gotten used to, and the way she thought so low of herself.

After all the thinking he had done about her, he could only clarify that someone needed to make her feel beautiful. And it was his job to do so.

“Mirabelle, I’m taking you out.”

“No.” she shook her head. “I don’t want to.”

“It wasn’t even a question, babes.” Harry snorted. “Go get dressed.”

“But I don’t even-“

“Mirabelle,” Harry said sternly, trying hard not to laugh. “Don’t argue with me.”

She smirked. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too. Now go get dressed.”

Truth was, Harry was far from hating Mirabelle Sedora.

---

Mirabelle hated shopping more than she hated Harry. Not that she hated Harry. Never mind. That wasn’t a good comparison. However, she despised the idea of walking around the mall with Harry, and having him constantly tell her to try on different things.

They had spent the past hour in a dress shop, and Harry had come back to her with his arms full of dresses, demanding her to try them all on.

From the moment Mirabelle stepped out of the dressing room, Harry was speechless. He knew this wasn’t a good idea. Seeing Mirabelle in a ton of dresses was only going to give him a heart attack. As of now, she was in the simplest dress he had given her, and she looked hot.

Undeniably hot.

Mirabelle on the other hand, looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Mirabelle,” he cleared his throat, looking slightly down at her. “Do you know why I’m giving you these dresses to try on in the first place?”

Mirabelle tapped her chin mockingly, eventually shaking her head. “Still trying to figure that one out.”

“It’s because I want to show you how all those dresses make you look so beautiful.”

Mirabelle frowned instantly. “Well, that’s a bad idea, because I don’t think I’m doing any of these dresses a good favor by having them on me.”

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Her stubbornness was frustrating Harry almost too much.

“Why have you always got to be so…ugh.” Harry clenched his hair, trying to calm down. “I need a snack. Let’s go, shall we?”

Plan A, failed.

“Is there a donut shop, somewhere around here?” Mirabelle asked, still outside the dressing room in the dress. From the corner of his eye, he could see a group of guys his own age drooling as they stared at Mirabelle for a distance. He turned around and shot them a look, and they quickly turned away.

Harry sighed. “Yeah. Why don’t you go change out of that dress before someone attacks you?”

Mirabelle frowned. “Why would anyone want to attack me?”

“Really?” Harry hissed, leaning in just a tad bit. “Do you really want to know?”

Mirabelle shrugged.

“It’s because you look incredibly se-“

“Never mind.” Mirabelle said, cutting him off. “I no longer want to know.” She turned around and slammed the dressing room door behind her.

This was going to be harder than he thought. Much, much harder.

---

Only minutes later, Harry and Mirabelle sat across from each other at a donut shop. Mirabelle was chomping down on her fifth donut, and was proud of herself for doing so. She felt a bit uncomfortable with the fact that Harry just stared down at his cup of tea, but didn’t say anything.
Harry however, was far from quiet in his head. Thoughts and ideas floated around in his mind, ways to show Mirabelle how beautiful she was. But then he thought, that even if he did all this shit to try and show her, what good would it be if Mirabelle didn’t let herself realize that. This was a battle between Mirabelle and herself.

He stared at her, un aware that Mirabelle noticed, and hated the fact he she was now wearing her brown contacts. He understood though. She would obviously feel uncomfortable with people looking at her.

“Harry, you’re scaring me.” Mirabelle whispered gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry.” He blushed, reaching over the grab a donut from the plate. That’s when he realized there were no donuts left on the plate. He looked up at Mirabelle, who herself was now blushing.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She gushed. “Donuts are so good.”

Harry laughed loudly, but quickly stopped when he remembered they were in a donut shop. “It’s alright, love.”

Mirabelle was relieved that Harry wasn’t mad at her for eating all the donuts. She would marry them if she could. Her eyes slowly drifted from Harry to a couple at another table. They were laughing amongst themselves, and when the guy leaned over to kiss the girl, Mirabelle winced. Mirabelle thought back to that night where she had played truth or dare with Louis and Eleanor, and wondered if she had ever had a relationship.

Harry cleared his throat, and Mirabelle’s eyes snapped back to him.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“Can we just go home?” she said quietly, feeling squirmish around all these people.

“Sure, love.” Harry stood up and held out his hand. Mirabelle looked down at it. Then she high fived it. Harry nearly cracked up.

“Let’s just go.” Harry smiled, draping an arm around Mirabelle’s shoulder. They walked out together, unaware of camera’s clicking and flashing around them.