Shadow

Ch.32 *Good Terms*

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I've been in Michaels bathroom, gazing at myself in the mirror for thirty minutes. I've kept my eyes glued to the reflection with all these thoughts reminiscing in my head. The biggest question for me is, do I tell Harry I'm in love with him? There's this one side of me that says, absolutely not! Then, there is this other voice in my head telling me that I need to because he could possibly, maybe, love me back. But then I think of how stupid that's sounds and it's just this big cycle.

"Hey, Ellie?" Michaels voice seethes through the closed door, causing me to brush out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I return back to brushing my wet hair from the recent shower I took.

"I slave just brought this outfit for you. She said that Harry picked it out to wear." He says. "Its actually quite..."

I cut of his sentence with me swinging the door open. I don't want to see the outfit he has for me. It's probably some short, low cut shit.

I'm surprised when I see underwear, black pants and a white v-neck. The shirt I can tell is from my working outfits and the pants I've never seen before. Maybe Harry is just going to make me go straight back to work or something and that's why he wants to talk to me. "Oh, thanks." I mumble before grabbing the garments and closing the door.

"You should probably hurry up. Master will be here any minute." Michael shouts so I can hear him.

"I'm almost done anyways." I begin putting on my clothes.

"But you don't look almost done." He laughs. I open the door and brush past him without a word.

"Your makeup isn't done..... or your hair." He continues.

"I know." I say coldly.

"You don't want to look nice for Harry when you share your lovely feelings with him?"

"No." I spit. "Why would I want to get all dolled up for someone that clearly doesn't love me." My arms cross over my chest, showing my irritation that is growing towards Michael.

He mumbles something under his breath, but he's too quiet to hear.

"What?" I beam.

"You. Are. Blind." He says loud and slow for my brain to comprehend.

"I'm not blind. I'm just not stupid."

"Really cause I'd say your both."

Before I could comment back, the door is lightly knocked on. I shoot Michael a warning glare and he smiles.

"You better tell him." He says as I walk towards the door.

"Or what?" I challenge.

"Or I'll tell my brother myself." I glare at him, but he keeps a still face. I can tell he's not lying and I grow nervous. I hope he wouldn't tell Harry.

I roll my eyes and return back to opening the door. My mouth drops open and my eyebrows furrow deep as I take in the outfit Harry is wearing. He is wearing the same exact thing as me. A white v-neck and black pants.

He gives me a small smile, but I can tell he feels just as awkward as I do.

"Your outfit looks nice." He says and I narrow my eyes on him. I can feel Micael staring at us, so I step out of the room and close the door so we are alone in the hallway.

"Is there a reason why we are wearing the same thing?" I ask with a small laugh. He returns a smile and I'm happy that he isn't treating me bad like I thought he would.