Red Volkswagen || h.s.

Starlight

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the whole place was dressed to the nines and we were dancing

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BROOKLYN'S POV

"Harry." I nudge his shoulder a little bit. "Wake up." I try to speak softly but still loud enough so he'll register it.

I hear him hum, so I nudge him a little more just as my bedroom door swings open and hits the wall behind it with a bang, making me cringe. Devin is standing there, looking like she was about to yell or something but is rethinking it now that she sees Sleeping Beauty. However, Louis comes up behind her and sees Harry and makes no effort to keep quiet.

"Styles! Get your ass up!" He yells, and this time Harry jumps a little.

"I'm up." He mumbles.

"We need to get ready to go." I chuckle, sitting up a bit when he shifts and rolls over.

"M'kay." He hums again, rubbing his eyes to wake up and stretching his arms.

Devin comes into the room, sporting a bag full of what are probably clothes that I'm going to have to watch her try on and give her my opinion on. And then when that's done, she's going to pick out my own outfit for me.

"Wait, who's driving?" Liam yells, and suddenly everyone gets quiet because no one thought of that.

"Not it!" A few of us yell back, including me and Harry.

"I'll be the bigger person!" Hadley yells, and I hear Reagan and Louis sigh in relief.

"So will I because we probably need two people!" Liam follows up.

Everyone erupts in thanks and 'love yous' and continues with what they were doing.

"Back to the outfits." Devin grabs my attention again. By this time, Harry is awake and up, and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with him as Devin dumps out her bag. "So I have this little black dress, it's really nothing special, but it would work– and if I didn't wear it you would totally fit in it. Or there's this green silk top with either one of these skirts..."

She continues and I listen as everyone bustles around us, coming in and out of the room as her and I decide on the black dress for her and the green silk top and white skirt for me. The other skirt and one of my tops were stolen by Reagan because she didn't want to go home and file through her closet, and Hadley brought her own matching set of a blue top and skirt.

But that's as far as we've gotten, because we're all still running around and my room is messier than it usually is when the girls are over here. It's like that on multiple rounds of steroids. And all just for the boys to be in t-shirts and jeans.

Devin volunteered to do my hair for me because I'm helpless in that category and she loves doing it anyway, so she's curling it right now on the floor of my room because one of the boys is in the shower.

"I still don't understand what your 'ways' are that Niall was talking about." I direct my words at Harry who's sitting on my bed on his phone.

"Honestly I don't either. I think he was bluffing. Although it's really not hard for us to get in anywhere as long as they know we're coming."

"And do they know we're coming?"

He shrugs.

"Great."