Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5.

The next morning, I woke up fairly late. Brooke's bed was empty, which means she had stayed out all night from the party. She was insane. Didn't she know something could happen to her?

I laid in bed for about an hour, watching some tv. Classes start tomorrow, and there were a few things I still needed. I decided to send Peirce a text asking if he wanted to come over and we could go to the mall or something. He replied a few minutes later.

Peirce: Sounds great :) I'll be there in 15

15 minutes! I hopped up out of bed, and ran to my closet, picking out my outfit. I pulled out a peach high-low skirt, a navy blue corset top, and my white crochet Toms. I threw my clothes on, and brushed my hair up into a messy bun.

I grabbed my foundation, and brushed it on over my face. That was all the makeup I ever wore; just a dab of foundation and that was it. It's not that I felt I didn't need it, I just didn't like it. It made me feel fake, like I was lying about myself. I know, it's weird. 15 minutes later, and there was a knock at the door.

“Hey,” I said, smiling up at Peirce, who was standing there giving me a funny look. “What?”

“What are you wearing?” He said, gesturing to my outfit. My stomach was exposed, but just a little bit. It wasn't something I normally wear. I blushed a little.

“I found it, and thought it was cute. You don't like it?” I was really proud of my outfit choice.

“It's way too exposing, Elle. At the very least you could wear a sweater.” I frowned. Why was he acting like this? I didn't want to fight with him, though, so I walked over to my closet, and picked out a navy blue cardigan.

“Are you ready to go?” Peirce asked me, still standing outside the door.

“Yeah,” I walked over to my bed, and picked up my phone and purse. “Let's go.”

I walked out of the room, and locked the door behind me. I followed Peirce out to where his car was parked in the lot. We climbed into the car and started driving.

“So what exactly do you need?” He asked as we drove in the direction of the mall.

“Just a few things for school. I'm really nervous about classes tomorrow.”

“You know there isn't anything to be worried about. You're going to do amazing.”

I smiled at him. “It just sucks that we don't have anything together.”

“Well you're majoring in English, and I'm majoring in art. Our classes are nothing alike.”

We pulled up to the mall, and walked inside.

“Let's go to Target first. I need some supplies.” We walked to Target, and I picked out some notebooks, folders, pens and pencils.