I sighed in dismay. Tops scattered over my bed, jeans and leggings towered in disarray. I held up a black leather mini skirt and white crop top. No....

Namjoon strolled in, gasping slightly as he took in our room.

"I don't know if this helps, but the theme is sexy royalty..." he mumbled. I shot my head up, glaring.

"Well, in that case, I should be looking in the extravagant section, not the bad girl!!" I cried, running into my closet. I grabbed a dressing rack and loaded up dresses and shoes, adding a accessory every once in a while. 

I yanked it back out and demanded Namjoon tell me what looked good. I went into the bathroom and put on the first dress, instantly knowing I was wearing this one. The black velvet was deep and sexy, like a dark queen. The neckline would show my cleavage quite a bit, which was the only downfall. It hit just the right places and stopped right at the mid thigh. It was a bit too little but I didn't care. The tights were fishnet and black, showing even more. The high heeled strappy shoes had straps around my upper calf. I applied no makeup, the stylist would. I stumbled out of the bathroom, catching a gasp from Namjoon. His eyes lingered too long on my body, making me embarrassed. I hid my face in my hands, a pink tint coloring my face. Jimin burst into the room with a gasp and a whistle.

"Har-ley! You look awesome!! Please tell me you're wearing that!! Ill die if you don't!" Jimin smacked his gum appreciative of the dress. 

"Get out Jimin!" Namjoon yelled, laughing.

Once he surrendered and left Namjoon turned with a snap of anger.

"You are so not wearing that!" He hissed, yanking me over to the dressing rack. He lifted a bulky princess dress with no skin to be shown.

"This is good." He demanded. I stepped away. I wanted to wear this.

"No way! Jimin said this was hot!" I complained.

He glared at me.

"I said it's not!!" 

"I don't care!! It makes me look nice!!" I yelled.

"ITS INAPPROPRIATE!!" He roared. 

"I look HOT in it!!" 

"Oh MY GOD!! You don't look hot EVER!!" His eyes were fiery pits, blazing. 

Tears pricked my eyes. He didn't think I looked good...

"Oh..." I whispered, tears streaming down my face. He noticed his words and shock covered his features.

"Wait, Harley, I didn't mean it like that I wa-" 

"Oh no, I get it. I'm not pretty. I get it. It's not like it's your fault." Then I turned and ran into my closet, locking the door. I ran to my rack of hoodies and crawled under them. I snuggled into the smell of fabric softener and cried until I fell asleep.  

I blinked my eyes, a cramp in my neck. I stepped out of my hoodies and left my closet, shocked to see all seven boys standing around Namjoon.

"Harley! I swear I di-"

"Can we just pretend it didn't happen?!" I interrupted Namjoon harshly.

"Oh, um... of course." He stepped back, smiling. I smiled back, the 'Me' thing bouncing around my head.

Jimin stood, pulling Tae and Jungkook with him. Jin stood as well, glaring at Yoongi till he dragged himself up. Hobi bounced up and skipped out. 

Jimin was the last one to leave.

"Namjoon-Hyung, your mask came in the mail, please use it." He stared at his Hyung for a second.

"Thank you Jimin. Goodnight." 

Once Jimin was gone, I stepped towards him, wanting to ask about the mask. I was too shy to ask about it so instead I sat next to him and played with his long fingers.

"Harley, I know you said to forget it, but please know that I didn't mean that at all!" 

"It's fine, really. Joonie, can I sleep with you tonight?" I looked into his deep grey eyes.

"Always. You are always so cold, though!" He whined as he pulled back the covers. I stood to crawl over him but he slid his arms around me and pulled me down I to his chest.

"Sleep Harley. You start school soon."