Harry Styles BSM

56. Not Drunk

AGE 18

It’s my bestfriend’s 18th birthday today! so she’s hosting her first party, yay! Well she’s that as I quote “cooler than a freezer” kid, so instead of celebrating her debut like the traditional party where you’re supposed to wear a gown slash dress and have your face be caked with make-up, have that dance where 18 roses were given to you by guys while dancing and yeah. She chose to have a party most teenagers/ adults have today well as a matter of fact it’s the 21st century, people should expect lots and lots of changes happening in our everyday lives.

Change is the only thing permanent in our world.

Ha! Liked that quote, anyways I just finished getting ready and I’m currently waiting for my dear brother to pop out of his mancave. Since it’s still a bit early, I promise I’m not really that excited that’s why I finished getting ready an hour before the party begins, so yeah, I’m not excited.

I planted my bum on the couch, turned the telly on then settled on a good show, y’know just stuffs to do to kill time. This thing I’m watching is pretty entertaining so I didn’t notice the time.

*ring*

my phone rang in the middle of the show, making me avert my attention towards it

“Hello?” I asked without even reading the caller’s name

“Where the bloody hell are you?” oh, it’s just my bestfriend

“At home.” I said. “Oh shxt”

“Yeah oh shxt, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?!” she exclaimed. To be honest I didn’t actually forgot her party, I just lost track of time, I wasn’t excited remember?

“No, I’m already dressed actually, don’t worry, I’ll be there in no time” I told her then hung up. It’s already half past eight and OMG! I’m thirty minutes late. Curse that awesome but stupid show.

“HARRY!” I yelled. “GET YOUR STUPID BUTT DOWN HERE!” I screamed. After a couple more seconds, nobody answered. Well, there’s only one way to find out. I made my way upstairs towards Harry’s room which is located parallel from mine.

“Harry!” I knocked on his door but he didn’t answer. “Open up!” I demanded losing my patience. “Harry Edward Styles!” this is my final wave, I did a combination of knock, hit, bang and kick onto his door only then I realized that the idiot didn’t locked his door so I can easily barge inside, so yeah, I just wasted my time and energy doing that, so who’s the idiot now? Well at least I’ve learned something ‘don’t hurt the door without even checking of its locked or not’ that doesn’t make any sense. Well, whatever, I barged inside only to be greeted by my idiot of a brother sleeping soundly on his bed with his earphones on. This thing positively is a sight to see especially  it is the Harry Styles sleeping wrapped up in a cocoon like blanket, if I wasn’t angry, which I am, could’ve brought out my camera and snap a pic of this then send this to his millions of fans but no, I’m in rage.

So I did the thing that obviously should be done, I marched towards him then yanked his earphones off his ears “Rise and shine!” I yelled into his ears, no ear. He immediately snapped his green orbs open meeting my raging (Your eye colour) ones.

“Y/N! What the hell!” he exclaimed

“Can’t you see I’m sleeping?” he continued trying to get his earphones away from my hold.

“You’re supposed to drive me to (your bestfriends name with matching apostrophe s at the last part) party” at first he looks confused but afterwards his face lit up like a light bulb just popped up on top of his head, yeah he just realized something.