Harry's POV: 

I tapped on the red button on my phone, then searching in my contacts for my sister's number. The formalities with the principal were clarified, as are the shots that Zayn had recorded of me a a few hours from me. Now I just needed thedress for London, that I would bring her in few hours. My sister would help me in all things, and in those I could use her help very well.

"Harry?" she said amazed,  probably because I hadn't called as often lately.

"Sis, I really need your help."

"Carry on..." How much I had missed these conversations.

"Okay, so I need a dress for London and I need it today. She has a tiny bit more than you, so could you pick one up from Armani? I already chose one yesterday," I told her, while remembering my angry temper after the incident with her parents.

"Sure, Harry, I would do anything for you. Seems like it gets pretty serious between you two."

"Yes, she is a lovely girl."

"But she isn't for your money right?"

"Gemma, she doesn't even know who I am. She knows me as Marcel, you know, the thing Simon got on me."

"Alright, do I only have to go there?" she asked.

"Yes and maybe try it on yourself, then you can take it with you, I already paid for everything."

"How much did it cost?" Her question was suddenly.

"Um, about 10?" I replied, unsure of her reaction.

"10? That's a lot. I wish you luck and I'm already on my way."

"I can't thank you enough, I love you."

"Love you too, Harry," then she hung up.

I leaned back in my chair, just before I flipped open my MacBook Pro and started to work on the little film that would see all classmates the next day. I had only been there for a bit more than two months, but I had already known their possible reaction. 

***

Now things were a little more serious. I put the USB-stick in Liam's laptop and clicked play before I sat down on the couch next to Niall. Perrie and Zayn were sitting to my right, Louis and Eleanor in front of us and Liam leaned against the headrest behind us. Together we stared at the television, where everything has been transferred.

Zayn had actually made ​​a few good shots and I had done a good job in editing. While all staring in one direction, I took the chance and watched the girls. Eleanor smiled broadly and Perrie was almost tied to the screen. This was the response that I had hoped to get.

"Styles, that's great, man." Niall clapped before the others followed.

"I hope she will like it though. She is the first girl after X-Factor who liked me without the fame and my money."

"Harry, this movie sums it up pretty good, because it shows how much you love her and that Marcel was just a thing you kept on doing, because you didn't want to loose her," El smiled. "I'm also very glad that I didn't ruined it in advance."

"I think it's cool how you used a few scenes of This is Us, because you aren't actually allowed to, you little rebel." Liam ruffled through my hair when I slapped his hand playfully.

"I asked Simon, he owed ​​me something."

"But don't you actually owe him something? Because technically you wouldn't have met London if he didn't come up with this idea."

"You're right, but he said yes anyways, so..."

Suddenly there was a ring at the door. That had to have been Gemma, with the dress.

"It's Gemma!" I informed them.

"Wait, why does Gemma know that we are at my house?" Liam wondered, frowning thoughtfully.

"Just texted her ealier, you dumbass."

"Oh, well then." Liam shrugged his, as I made my way to the door. "And don't call me dumbass, curly wurly." I rolled my eyes at his nick name. 

***

"What do you think about my suit and the tie does it actually fit?"

"Yes, Marcel, you look awesome," London grinned, but it was a sad smile, which almost broke my heart.

Fortunately, it was my turn for her surprise now and I couldn't wait to see her bright eyes as soon as she would see the dress.

"Babe, I told you yesterday that I would have a special surprise for you and since I'm ready for tomorrow, I think it's your time now." London's eyes widened with my word.

"I'll be right back."

The eyes of my girlfriend gleamed with joy, as I held the long black dress in front of her nose. With uncertain movements, she finally reached for my gift. She would never need to know how much the dress had cost, because London was worth all the money. Even if she gave me something that was priceless, I still wanted to give her something back that would hopefully make her happy.

She carefully placed the bag on the back of the couch and began to pull down the zipper. Slowly, she revealed the black, long evening dress of dark silk and elegant chiffon. I could have watched London's facial expression for hours. She was off guard, but totally fascinated.

"I-I, Marcel, that must have cost a fortune," she said, before she looked up at me.

"Try it on," I nodded, smiling at her.

Suddenly a very different London stood in front of me, she was excited, happy, and there had been no argument. She immediately went into the hall, where I had previously changed into the black suit, to try on her new dress. I was probably more nervous than her, because if the dress wouldn't fit, then I would have been screwed. I had to hope for my sister's flair.

A few minutes later, London came in with her dress, that flew like a veil around her waist to embrace her hips and legs. My mouth gaped open and my eyes widened. Dear mother of... She looked so beautiful. The dark silk clung to her smooth skin and the chiffon accentuated her womanly figure. The dress was strapless and I had a lovely view of her collarbone. Even if she wasn't wearing her makeup and her hair wasn't done as well, she looked like a Goddess. My Goddess.

"It actually fits, Marcel." London's smile couldn't be wider.

"You look so beautiful, babe," I muttered absently, still staring.

"Thank you so much, I really can't thank you enough."

"Ugh, a kiss might be enough," I winked, before I placed my hands on her soft velvety hips.

This time she didn't refuse my gesture, for the first time she probably felt good in her own skin and that made me very happy. She was now a sexy, young woman, but still didn't know how sexy she actually was. She was amazing. Candy for my eyes.

Her arms snaked around my neck, before she stood on her tiptoes, looking into my eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more," I answered before we deeply kissed.

"...and I can't wait til tomorrow."

That's what I said, until I noticed how my stomach turned over with the realization of the event that would take place the next day and the secret I would have to finally tell her. 

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