Bathroom {h;s}

Chapter 16

Isabelle POV:
i woke up to an irritating beeping noise.

stupid alarm clock. i thought. i slammed my hand on the snooze button of my clock and sat up.

i did my normal stretch that i do whenever i wake up from sleeping. slowly expanding my arms up in the air and making a very inhumanly sound then quickly retracting my arms and flopping back down on my bed. i know right, so attractive.

pulling out my phone i noticed i had a new message from none than harry.

harold: good morning babygirl. cant wait to see you at school ;)

i blushed and got up to get ready, excited to see harry. wait what? i was excited to see harry? no scratch that out. i just got ready. yeah. i smiled to myself making myself believe that i didn't give a flying fuck about harry.

yes you do, you like harry. stop denying it isabelle. my conscious said.

shut up! no i dont! and i am not in denial. stupid brain.

after my battle with my conscious about liking harry or not, i brushed my teeth and washed my face. then i brushed my hair. satisfied with how it looked today i decided to let it down naturally. then i started picking my outfit. i decided on a light blue button up top and rolled up the sleeves a little so it was up to my elbows. then i threw on one of my favorite black and white leggings and some black combat boots. (pic of belle in her outfit on the side) afterwards i put on some simple makeup then grabbed my things and headed downstairs.