Say You'll Be There | Harry (Marcel) Styles [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8 - Meeting the Mother

I awake with a happy and content smile on my face. Normally, I'd awake with a groan, wanting to crawl under my covers and stay hiding under them for the rest of my life, just to avoid another day's torture.

But Sabrina's changed that too. I sigh dreamily just at the thought of her. So this is what a crush feels like. If it is, it's wonderful. I'm actually happy. I don't even want to think about if she doesn't like me back though, it will sufficiently ruin my rare good mood.

I instantly reach over to my phone to check any text messages I might have received from Sabrina before I woke up, something I never ever do upon waking up in the morning. I never needed to.

I am pleasantly surprised to see one unread text message from 'My Best Friend'. I just love that name for her, and I love it even more that she coined that name for herself last night.

                      My Best Friend

            Good morning Marcel ! I'll be there around 8:30, is that alright ? :)

I slowly type back a reply. I stink at texting, I never usually need to do it.

That's great. Good morning to you too.

I hit send, giving me no time to look over the simple message that took me at least a minute to type. I didn't want to doubt myself again. Hopefully I said the right thing. Should I have added a 'smiley' face to be polite? She did it, so I should have too. Shouldn't I have?

Another message from her pops up on the screen.

            Great ! See you then ! :)

I don't know how to respond, yet again, so I set my phone down again, beginning my morning routine.

I blow-dry my curly fluff that is my natural hair to its normal side, adding gel to get it to stay throughout the day. If only Sabrina was able to see my natural hair, she'd laugh her rear end off. I look like a clown! I swear, if my hair was dyed bright red, it would look like an actual clown's wig. That is why I use a special tool on my hair dryer that straightens the curls out, and I brush it to the side while I blow-dry it. It takes at least twenty minutes and is a process, but I like my hair this way and I am willing to do the pampering to make it look like it should.

I change out of my night wear and begin to dress in navy blue slacks, adding my suspenders to keep the pants tightly up around my waist. My button-up comes next; it's baby blue today, and my sweater vest I got for this past Christmas is a navy blue argyle style. I finish off the ensemble with dark brown brogue shoes, my favorites. Due to my OCD, my entire outfit has to match everyday, otherwise I beat myself up for even one simple thing that doesn't match. Even my suspenders match the rest of my outfit everyday.

It's not that I have ever needed to impress anyone, I just like to be well put together. I don't like looking like a slob in public. I just won't have it!

I grab my lightweight blue coat, pack up my school things in my backpack and head out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I am greeted with my mother making pancakes for me in the kitchen, and just as I walk in, she is setting two of them on a plate at the table.

“Thank you Mom.” I kiss her cheek before happily sitting down.

“Someone is in a good mood today.” She smiles, and I have to hold back my eye roll.

“Please don't start with this Mother.” She holds her hands up defensively.

“Okay... Should I start up your hot chocolate?” I won't be walking to school, so will I need hot chocolate to keep me warm? Surely Sabrina's car will have the heater, so I finally decide against it.