Beauty And The Beast-Harry Styles-Punk fanfiction

Chapter three

Once I had gotten back from visiting my mum, the sun had died down a little, creating a warm feeling inside of me. I had notice my dad's car had been parked properly, meaning they had managed to get my suitcases out. My head was pointing to the ground, as I walked up to the door.

The smell of fresh cooking flew through the thin, brick walls of my house, entering the air around me, filling my nose. I took a deep breath of it in before opening the door. My eyelids felt heavy as soon as I set foot inside, feeling like they were about to drop off. My thick lashes brushing against my firm skin. My eyes reached the brick walls ,surrounding me.

I stuck my head round into the kitchen to see my dad cooking some sort of stir fry. My eyes felt heavy, a small yawn escaping my lips. Jet lag was catching up with me and all I wanted to do was sleep it off. Dad saw me standing at the door, giving me a small smile. Before turning around and checking on his master piece.

"Dinner will be ready soon" his voice rang through to my ears. I shook my head, soon realising he couldn't see me. "I think i'll pass. I'm super tired and feel like I'm going to pass out", I told him. He spun on his heal. Frowning before soon replacing it with a smile. "That doesn't matter. Go and get a good nights sleep, so you'll be wide awake in the morning", He told me, turning back to his pan.

"What's tomorrow?", I asked. Face pressed into a frown. "We're having a barbecue, for you coming home. It's just the family coming", he told me. A sigh left my lips. Luckily, it was unnoticed by my dad. I spun around before making my way upstairs into my room. The stairs creaked as each foot hit them, creating a loud sound, shooting through my ears, causing me to wince at the sharp sound.

Once I finally reached my room. I daren't look in my big mirror that hung on the wall. Knowing I wouldn't like what I would see, seeing as I just got off, of the plane, my hair a mess, along with no make up on at all. Walking straight into the bathroom, from my room. The bathroom was the same as usual, since when I was here a few years ago. It had made me realise how much I miss it here.

I stripped from my shorts, that clung tight to my legs, from the long plane journey. Not noticing how uncomfortable they actually were. That got me thinking, 'why did I wear them in the first place'. Shaking my head, I slipped off my over-sized jumper, throwing it in the same pile as  my shorts. My eyes averted to the tile floor, catching my toes, as I wiggled the, smiling to myself. Slowly, I took my bra and knickers off, kicking them in the same pile.

My scalp ached. The thickness of my blonde hair, pulling the roots to the side as my lopsided bun began to fall out of place. I pulled the plain black hairband out, freeing my hair, as it bounced out into it's usual wild curls. i ruffled my hand through them slightly, before setting the hairband on the side of the sink, still careful not to look in the mirror.

Stepping forward, I turned the shower on, the steamy water, running down he plug. I stepped inside the shower, closing the glass doors behind me. The warm water sent a tingle up my spine, sending my body to relax. The warm water ran through my hair, as I massaged my head, calming myself down. Closing my eyes, I felt as if I could stay in there forever and sleep.

My eyes watched as the glass steamed up from the heat, evaporating. Everything became a blur as the steam covered everything up. I wiped a circle in the steam, allowing me to see through it. As I closed my eyes, all I could hear was the sound of the pouring water, hitting the shower floor.

I reached down, grabbing the shampoo, massaging into the thickness of my blonde hair. The curls flattening as the water hit them. My fingers absentmindedly ran through my hair, stopping at several knots. Soon, they disappeared as I ran the conditioner through my hair. Tilting my head back, letting the water run into my closed eyes, down to my mouth and down my neck.