"Do I look good?" Isabelle asked me as she did a little twirl. I nodded and she smiled. She was getting ready for a date with Liam. "I'm so excited!" She chirped. "Are you going to be okay by yourself?" She asked me.
"Of course I will be." I replied.
"Just making sure. You know.." She paused and the aura in the room became serious. I knew the next things she was going to say. She was going to talk to me about Julie and Amanda. Also known as our 'mothers'. Not that they were much of a parent figure. Our mothers were best friends and gave birth to us about the same time and we all grew up in one house but, our mothers got addicted to horrible things and used to abuse us and blame us for our fathers leaving. So we got a job and moved out. They'd usually find us somehow and demand for money. We both already had permanent scars on our bodies form them. "You know, if Ju-"
"I know." I smiled at her. "I'll be fine! I'm going to have a nice day to myself! Face masks, movies, tea, books, music and more. I'll be fine." I reassured her.
"Okay. But if something does happens you call me straight away, understand?" She said. I nodded.
"I'm going to be fine and I'm going to have a fun carefree day! In fact, watch." I said rushing off to my room. I put my hair up in a messy bun and I took my pants off and took my shirt off then pulled over the boy shirts we buy cause they're comfortable. They sat higher than mid thigh but revealed nothing. I quickly went into my bathroom and pulled out my face mask which had to stay on for 25 minutes and walked back outside into the living room. "See. I'm completely fine! Actually. When are you leaving? You're ruining my night." I joked. She laughed.
"He should be here like right now." She said. And just like that the door bell rang. I waved at her then I stepped away and into the kitchen and heard the door close. About a second later I heard foot steps. Maybe it was the wrong door or something.
"Isabelle?" I called out as I got my little dish of snacks ready. I heard keys being put down on the bench behind me and I smiled. "Is he not here yet? Maybe I should make some snacks for you too." I joked. And I heard a laugh. It wasn't Isabelle. It was a familiar deep voice. Harry's voice. I turned around and he was smiling at me. I screamed and turned around. I had a very visible face mask on and I was wearing only a shirt.
"Yes, I'd love some snacks, but unfortunately you just missed Isabelle." I could hear the amusement in his voice. "She let me in I hope you don't mind." He said.
"That's fine!" I replied too quickly. I felt the mask melting from my cheeks. I was blushing, as I should. I wish he let me know somehow but I never gave him my number to start off with anyway, so that was my own fault. I still had my back too him. "Uhm... I'm just cutting up apple slices and watermelon slices. Is there anything you want?" I asked, still not facing him. I was feeling so embarrassed. Crap. I completely forgot I was wearing no pants. I held my shirt at the hem and pulled it down, holding it there. I heard him pulling off his coat or jacket and placing it on the chair's back.
"You can face me whilst you talk you know." He said. I swear I can feel him smiling. I was kind of angry but angry at myself. And Isabelle. I bet she thought this was going to be funny.
"I.. Uh.." I couldn't find the words. "I have a face mask on and I'm not wearing any pants." I replied.
"I realised." He began laughing.
"Don't laugh!" I protested and turned around.
"You look fine." He smiled. "In fact, I need a face mask as well, I'm breaking out." He said. He kind of surprised me. I had no make up on and I had a face mask on. I let go of the hem of my shirt carefully, making sure it would fling up and looked at him for a second.
"Come." I said in a quiet voice and leaded him through my room and into my bathroom. I put down the seat of the toilet. "Sit." And he did just that. He sat down and looked at me happily. How was he always happy? I'd never know. "Wait here while I put on pants." He nodded and I walked back into my room and picked up my pyjama shorts and pulled them on quickly. I walked back into the bathroom and he sat to my right on the toilet lid smiling. Still smiling. He's name should be Harry Smiles not Harry Styles. I was fiddling around with some bottles on my sink top and picked one up. I turned around and looked at him. "Your hair is going to keep falling into your face when I put this on." I said.