Tampons |Narry|

Burnt Food & Man Buns

Damn boy what's good? ^

-sorry if there's any mistakes in our grammer, this chapter is really long and we tried our best to fix any errors we saw.

Dedicated to: @narrynarents

Harry's P.O.V

Well thanks to Gemma Niall was about to come in 30 minutes he had texted.

Gemma was a little too excited she had even made some pasta. Mum was simply confused as Gemma urged her to get dressed in her and I quote "best damn clothes" and she roughly tries to brush my hair.

"Ugh Harry you're hair is to long. Why don't you cut it dammit." She continues to pull and tug.

I groan,

"Fuck Gemma that hurts." I swat her hand away from my hair. I had been sleeping on the couch as I watched some random movie. And Gemma had woken me up with a harsh tug from her brush.

She was nervous and I didn't even know why. She claimed not to like him.

So I decided to ask, "why are you so nervous?" And a "It's only Niall" I smirk. I knew she could see it on the reflection of the glass case.

"I just..." She shrugs tugging my hair even more harder to untangle it.

"He seems like a nice boy, and is highly attractive."

I just nod as she rambles on how she likes how he dresses very classy with his cardigan and glasses.

I mostly pay attention to the movie since, I already knew everything she was bragging about. But the movie wasn't interesting either.

I had been doing, nothing for the whole day. The medicine helped a lot but my mother told me it was better if I rested for the day. So, I had nothing much else to do but watch TV.

"Gemma!" My mother yelped as she walked out from taking a shower and in to the kitchen. She looks up to find my mom holding the cake Gemma had claimed was necessary.

"Oh!" Gemma says sadly pushing my hair away and dropping the brush on my lap.

"How long was it in there?" My mom asks.

"I put it in at 5:40." We all look at the oven to check the time.

6:20

"You didn't smell it?"

"I was getting dressed in my room." She whines.

"Oh, well." My mum says hugging Gemma attempting to make her feel better.

I get a text from Niall just telling me he's on his way. As I turn my phone off to see my hair that Gemma had been messing with by the reflection. I see my hair had been pulled back into a small bun.

It looked weird at first but I shrugged it off. It felt better, all of my hair was out of my face and it didn't suffocate me.

I like my hair better long, but sometimes it did make me want to cut it.

Soon there was a knock at the door and all of our heads perched up. "Damn it!" Gemma hissed.

"Harry go get the door, mum can you help me throw out the cake?"

I get up and check my reflection one last time before opening up the cold door.

And there stood Niall with a bowl of god knows what.

"What is that?" I ask pointing at the bowl with small drawings of trains around it.

"Soup. To um, help you feel better."