Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25

Saturday, October 31, 2009

"You're really not dressing up?" I took my Halloween costume out of the shopping bag and admired it as Harry chuckled. "No, I can see that you are though." I rolled my eyes at him and brought the costume into the room I was staying in, as it was not mine since I'm still living with Harry technically.

"Come on, Halloween is fun," I whined to him jokingly. "It's not really my thing. I guess I'll wear orange and black though." Harry and I used to trick-or-treat together all the time when we were younger and he loved it even more than I did, so I know he's lying. We are getting older though. We stopped trick-or-treating 2 years ago. Last year, we just handed out candy and I put on cool makeup. This year, we're going to a Halloween party that Odessa is throwing.

 "Will you let me put makeup on you?" I teased, even though I was secretly hoping he would say yes. "You think you're just hilarious, don't you?" "Yeah, I actually do." Harry smirked at me and had a certain light to his eyes. He was thinking of something...and even though I was happy that he was actually thinking for once..it scared me.

I was going to ask him why he had that 'up-to-no-good' expression on his face, but he spoke before I could. "I'll let you put makeup on me." What. The. Actual. Fuck. "Okay, you got me there," I giggled and he didn't laugh along with me. "I'm serious. Don't use too much though. I don't want to look like a raccoon." "Harry, are you feeling okay? Maybe we shouldn't go tonight. If you're sick then-" "Nope, I'm feeling great."

Okay, what in the world is going on then? "Then why...?" He smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. After the problems we've had, I don't want to ruin anything again. I'll do whatever you want to do." I beamed at him and kissed his cheek. "I really appreciate that, but I think actually putting makeup on you is a bit extreme. It would definitely be unexpected."

"You know what?" His dimples popped out and I just about cried over how cute they were. "What?" "I dare you to put makeup on me. You have to make me look sexy though...well...sexier." This should be the best moment of my life, right? Harry agreeing to let me put makeup on him? He would NEVER say that, so this might be my only chance. I wonder if he started drugs....

"Okay, I will. You'll have to wait until I'm done with myself though." That would take a while, and he might change his mind about this disturbing yet intriguing idea. I'll have to make him promise to it. "Pinky promise," I demanded. "Fine," he grunted. Our pinkies interlocked and then I pushed him out so I could get changed for tonight. I had a couple hours to get ready, and I knew I'd need all the time I could get, especially if I'm helping Harry too.

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"You are one sexy butterfly," Harry licked his lips and looked me up and down. His eyes were wandering all over me and I suddenly felt a little awkward. "I don't look...weird?" "Not at all, babe." I was wearing a simple black tanktop with a multi-layered, ruffled orange skirt. I had orange and black butterfly wings on my back, making me appear as a monarch butterfly. I wore black, fishnet stockings too and 4-inch simple, black pumps. I really didn't appear as anything special.

"That skirt is on the short side though," Harry observed. "Yeah, I think I should just change." "NO! DON'T DO THAT!!" My eyes widened and he quickly recovered before speaking softly. "I mean, I don't think you should. I love how short it is personally. You look beautiful like you always do."

"Thanks," I smiled and headed on to where I was to apply my makeup and do my hair. "Should I curl my hair or straighten it?" I asked him for advice and he told me to wear it straight, which I'd wanted to do anyways. My hair looks so long and pretty when it's straightened.

"After I do my hair and makeup, you're next!" I'm still in total shock that he agreed to this. "Okay, so maybe earlier I was a little too-" "No, I don't think so, Styles. You promised, remember?" He sighed and nodded his head as he watched me straighten my hair. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" I questioned him, looking at him as he stood there in an old t-shirt and boxers. I should be used to his lousy behaviour.