Untouchable (Marcel/Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

The Makeover, Idea's and Curly Hair

 1 year later:

Demi's PIV:

Me and Harry are now in Year 11, I'm 15 years old and he's 16. Nothing much has changed though, I've heard him sing and he's pretty good. We're Best Friends and I can't imagine my life without him. We were sat in his house, he still looks the same but since we've known each other he's became quite confident and actually speaks to people when he has the chance.

Harry got a job, he works in a small bakery down the street. I sometimes go and see him when I can, but that's not very often. I've been busy with family issues and stuff like that.

Harry went downstairs to get us some food. The door opened and his Mum, Anne walked in the room.

"Hiya, Love." She said.

"Hi, Anne. How're you?"

"I'm fine. What are you guys planning on doing today?"

"Harry's been feeling a little low lately so I'm planning on giving him a makeover. If that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is! Make sure you make him come and see me once he's finished."

"Will do." I said, dragging on the 'do'

Harry came back upstairs and Anne went down and left us to it. He sat down on the bed and started speaking to me.

"Demi. I feel like there's something you're not telling me. I might be wrong, but you can tell me things, you know?" Oh god. I can't believe he's asking me this, I can't lie to him. But I have to. I've been lying to myself and others for years.

"I'm fine, trust me." Smile the pain away. I thought to myself.

"Now, I've got an idea." I said changing the subject.

"Oh dear. Whenever you say that I feel like you're going to say something I'm going to hate." I laughed at how much he didn't trust me with these kind of things.

"Now. Go and get in the shower and DON'T mess with your hair." I instructed.

"But, I like it gelled." He whined.

"I don't care. Let me give you a makeover and if you hate it you can 'Harry Style yourself." He laughed at my childishness.

***

He walked out of the shower with her hair wet and a towel wrapped around him. He had quite a nice body but I wouldn't dare to think of him in any other way than a best friend. I grabbed a bag that I bought with me and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a buttoned-up shirt and passed the items to him.

"What are these?"

"What do they look like, you idiot." I said, he looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"I know what they are, I just don't get what you want me to do with them?"

"I want you to wear them," he looked at me shocked, shaking his head. I shoved him into the bathroom. "Go and put then on and shout me when you're done." I said walking back into his bedroom. I laid on his bed and decided I'd go on Twitter for a bit. I scrolled down my timeline and RT'd a few things I liked. I had 4k followers, not that much but it was something. It was the only place I could actually be myself. No one from my school new about this account, I wouldn't let them.

'@ddlovato:  Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect'

I tweeted, It was just a little quote I made up. It probably didn't mean anything to my followers but I felt good giving them some support.

Before I new it Harry was calling my name.

"DEMIIIIII!" He groaned. "I look weird." he said admiring himself in the mirror.

"Whatever, you look great." I said giving him a reassuring smile.

"Now come on. Step 2" I said to him dragging him back into the bedroom. "Now, lie down and tip your head upside down."

"What?! Why?!"

"Just do it." He put his head in his hands and I quickly blow-dried his freshly cleaned hair.

"Oh my god."

"What is it?!" He said seeming worried.

"Your hair, it's curly!" I ruffled his hair in between my fingers.

"I thought you knew that?"

"No!" I shouted. I brushed through his hair. "It's amazing, you're not doing anything with it. You're leaving it like this."

"I don't even have a choice do I?" He knew me too well.

"Now, put these in." I said handing him a box of contact lenses.

"I don't like these. They hurt my eyes."

"Please just put them in. They'll look great."

"Okay, For you." He said pulling tounges.

He placed them in and blinked a few times. He looked amazing. "Wow" I gasped.

"What?"

"What? What do you mean, what? Look at yourself." I said, gesturing him to look at himself.

"I do like it." He said, shyly. "Let's go and show mum." He pulled me down the stairs.

"MUUUMM" He shouted. "Look at me!" He ran into the kitchen were Anne was.

"Wow." she gasped. "You look so handsome."

 I smiled at my work.

Harry's POV:

I can't believe what she's done. She's great, she makes me so happy. I actually think I'm starting to like her, I can't think this. I can't like her, I'm her best friend. She would never like me the way I like her. I really wanted her to like me, maybe she would if I look like this, I need to impress her someway and I think I have an idea.

"Demi, do you want to come to the bakery with me? My next shifts in half an hour."

"Sure, just let me get my shoes." she said as she ran into the hall put them on.

Once she was ready we walked to the bakery. I couldn't get the idea of how I was going to impress her off my mind.