Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Thirty-Five

Meredith's P.O.V

I got out the shower and wrapped myself with my blue towel. I needed a long shower this morning since I looked dead when I woke up. I was overthinking this dance thing all night. I don't know if it's because I'm excited or nervous. Probably both. 

I took my time picking out my clothes and decided to wear something that wasn't just jumpers. 

[Outfit on the side]

I sat down on the carpet and in front of my floor length mirror. My wet hair was tangled up and I did not want to do anything with it but decided I would quit the laziness and actually look decent today. 

After drying my hair, I put my hair in a messy bun but it wasn't my usual lazy messy bun. It was a cute and took-a-long-time bun with the braids. I grabbed my makeup bag and opened it. I grabbed the eye shadow primer and palette. As I was about to apply the makeup Harry's voice ran through my head.

"You look beautiful without those shitty products," The thought made me smile. I put my makeup bag away and just put some moisturizer and lip balm. I stood up and examined myself. 

I gave myself a thumbs up even though I have no idea why, I ran downstairs with my bag in hand. 

"You're really cheery today!" Lindsey grinned as I entered the kitchen and sat on the island. "I'm just excited," I replied grabbing my fench toast from the plate she made me. 

"Exactly why?" A voice said making me jump slightly. In came Michael with his bed hair and in his pajamas. I was surprised he was even home. I thought he already left. And plus it felt weird with him in the room. It felt like I haven't seen him in years. 

"Michael! You finally decided to join us and not run away. It's great to see your hideous face once again!" I exclaimed grinning. 

"Shut up lil sis. I would've said something back but the truth is you are beautiful," He replied grabbing the toast I was eating. "Hey! That was mines!" I whined. 

"Well that's what you get when you mess with me in the morning," He grinned happily munching on my damn toast. 

My poor baby. Getting eaten up by a monster! 

"Well it's hard not to mess with you in the morning when I barely see you. Do you even get a good night sleep? How many hours of sleep do you even get? 4?" I questioned grabbing another piece of toast. 

"I don't need a good night sleep when I have this thing with me," My brother went and wrapped his arms around Lindsey's waist and nuzzled his face in her neck. She giggled as she finished up with the stove that was sizzling up mouth watering food. 

"Ew guys. Please I'm trying to eat," I groaned. "Don't 'ew' people do it." Lindsey responded and joined me by sitting on the bar stool. Michael sat down as well. 

Lindsey's response reminded me alot of Harry's when I first stayed at his flat. When we were talking about his two fingers and his mouth and ewwwwwwww! Why the hell am I thinking of this? 

Wait how would it feel like for Harry to- Oh god no! I am going mental! And I'm thinking about this when I'm eating? Yuck!

"Any reason you have a disgusted face?" Lindsey asked looking at me confused. 

"Oh um just a not pleasant  thought," I replied. "About?" Michael asked. 

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," I quickly answered. No way in hell am I going to talk to Michael about Harry or his dirty mind. 

"So you didn't answer my question," My brother began. "What was the question?" I asked. 

"Why are you excited?" He questioned. Oh that.