Perfect for Me // Harry Styles

Chapter Seven

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Phoebe, happy birthday to you," my mom sings, waking me up from my beauty sleep. I was dreaming about Channing Tatum trying to win me to be his girlfriend and I loved it.

"I missed you so much," I say, sitting up and giving her a hug.

"I missed you too sweetheart, do you have plans for today?" she asks.

"Olivia told me to meet her back in my room. Probably because she wants to plan a party in the backyard so I have to meet her here at seven," I say.

She nods," well get ready, we're going shopping."

She leaves the room. Shopping? I haven't seen her in almost a year and she wants to go shopping? I shrug before going into the bathroom to freshen up.

When I'm done with that, I picked out my clothing. I'm going to go for a periwinkle colored dress with sleeves that stop right before my elbows and the bottom flows out right before my knees. I also put on some white sandals to match.

As I sit down for my makeup, I hear my mom yell," PHOEBE, THERE'S A VERY CUTE GUY HERE TO SEE YOU. I'M SENDING HIM UP."

I laugh before taking out my usual makeup. My mom has a very loud voice," so I just met your mother, she was..."

"Loud," I say, cutting into Harry's sentence. "What are you doing here kind sir?"

He smiles with his cute dimples," I wanted to give you these before tonight," he says, handing me a huge bouquet of tulips and daises. "I hope you like them. I didn't want to get the standard dozen roses because that's what every guy gets for-"

I shut him up by giving him a hug. He hugs me back with warm arms," they're beautiful, I love them so much. They're so pretty."

He smiles," so where are you going right now?"

I leave the flowers on my table and sit back onto my makeup chair," I'm going shopping with my mom. She usually ends up with her friends so they can catch up. I'm going to be so bored."

I pour some foundation onto my hand and grab a brush," may I come with you?" he asks. I put my brush down and turn around to face him.

"You would do that for me?" I ask.

"Well it is my duty to protect you, remember?" he asks as I laugh.

"Alright Styles. I just need to finish my makeup and do my hair. The wand is already heated but I have foundation on my hand," I say as Harry seems lost.

"I'll do your hair if it saves time," he says as I smile. I quickly apply the foundation around my face before he pulls a chair behind me.

He grabs the wand," first, spray my hair with heat protectant spray and then all you have to do is take strands of my hair and wrap it around the barrel for a couple of seconds. Do not burn my hair. And please be careful not to burn your hands, I don't want you to get hurt."

He smirks," you care about me."

I roll my eyes," this is my hair we're talking about, don't mess it up."

I continue putting on my makeup and I can feel Harry slightly tugging at my roots. I hope he's doing a good job," sweetheart, are you almost rea- Oh, what's going on here?" my mom smiles, stopping at the doorway.

"Harry's just curling my hair while I do my makeup," I explain.

"Do you mind if I take a quick picture?" my mom asks.

"Of course not," Harry says. Oh my god, my mom is ridiculous. I hear her iPhone snap a picture.

"Okay mom, you can leave now, I'll meet you in the car," I say, getting up and closing the door. "I'm sorry about that, she's always happy when I'm friends with a guy."