My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

"So where do we start?" I ask, sitting on Gabriella's bed petting her cat.

"Wardrobe."

"Why wardrobe?"

"Because to be a rebel you need to look like one."

"Oh okay."

"Hmm," Gabriella closely examines my current attire.

"Nope, this will not do at all."

"Why not?" I ask, a bit insulted.

"Floral print and headbands don't really say I'm a rebel it says I spend my weekends collecting garbage to recycle."

"So what do you suggest?"

"You could borrow some of my clothes, they might be a bit baggy but we can make it work."

"You don't dress rebellious, a bit edgy but not rebellious."

"I know but with a few things here and there you'll look like trouble in no time."

She starts by handing me a tank top with a blue and black plaid jacket which is a bit baggy and slightly slips down my right shoulder but she says that's ok because it shows how little I care. I put on the leather boots she hands me, I like them although I prefer flats. She grabs eyeliner and spends a while applying it.

"Uh Gabriella?"

"Yah?"

"I didn't know you had eyeliner I didn't think you wore any form of makeup." I say as she applies it under my left eye.

"I don't. This is my stepmom's, she gives me all kinds of makeup and jewelry but I never use them.

"Oh."

"Ok what's next?" I ask.

"Your hair." she says.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I ask.

"It's wavy, I have a better idea."

She straightens my hair then clips three different sections separating them from the rest of my hair, teases my hair except for the parts she separated, and braids the three sections.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Hold on."

She brushes down the teased hair and turns the chair so that I can see myself in the mirror.

"Woah."

"I'm good aren't I?"

"I'd stay away from me." I say.

"Haha" she laughs.

My hair is a little messy and I have two small braids going down on the right side of my hair and one on the left and lots of eyeliner which makes my eyes look two shades darker.

"Put these on." She hands me a ton of bracelets that say different things on them, lyrics, names of bands, symbols, and some just look like braided pieces of string with beads on them.

"Which one should I wear?" I ask.

"All of them."

"All of them?"

"Yah, go on."

I put on all the bracelets and they fill half of both my forearms.

"Oh and one more thing." she hands me a black beanie that doesn't hang down like the ones she usually wears, this one looks like the kind guys wear but I put it on and I definitely look like trouble.

I take off the things she gave me and put them in my backpack along with a few other outfits she gave me.

The next day at school when I walk into home room I instantly feel everyone's eyes on me. I did my hair and makeup the same way Gabriella did the night before and wore the clothes she gave me, I can hear the girls gossiping already but I don't care.

I make eye contact with the boy that gave Gabriella his number for me, oh gosh I wonder what he must think. I don't even know what Beatriz could've told him. It's too late now that he's seen me like this he'll think totally differently of me, oh well I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing this for Harry.