Come My Way (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

6. "Dunksville for you"

(A/N: hey Guysss! Sorry I've been so inactive! I love everyone of you and I hope you all enjoy my story!!! So I'll shut up and let ya read now! Xo)

SAMS POV:

I wake up the next morning with a terrible headache. I go into the bathroom and see that my face is still red and puffy from crying myself to sleep last night. Ewhhhh. That won't be good for my acne. Greeaat. I head down stairs to take some Advil for my headache. I also have to take my regular ADHD pill. I can't focus or be calm without it. I've had to take it since I was little. Like, 9 years old to be exact.

"Sam?" I hear a groggy Brady pad down the stairs. Crap. I was hoping he wouldn't wake up until later so I could at least look decent when he decides to yell at me again.

"Good morning!" He tells me happily, but still sleepy. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around me and says sorry for how he yelled at me last night.

"It's ok. I love you." I tell him, glad we didn't fight again.

"I love you too, curly." He laughs at me. I had my hair in a bun and took it out so now I have MAJORRR 'bun-hair' as I like to call it. I shove him playfully and go upstairs.

When I get to my room my phone goes off. It's a text from Harry. In my phone I put him as "Styles💕".

Styles💕: Morning, beautiful. Sleep good?

Me: Good morning! Ehh, I slept ok.

Styles💕: Bad dream?

Me: no just have a big headache now.

Styles💕: Sorry love. Wanna come over to my place today and meet the boys?

Me: OMG! Like THE boys?! Like Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn?!?!

Styles💕: Yes, haha. Calm down. They're cool with it so it's up to u

Me: yea totally!

Styles💕: Bring a bathing suit

Me: YES SIR! Pick me up in an hour?

Styles💕: that's the plan, Stan

Me: k gtg byee!

Styles💕: k

HOLY HARRY AND MARCEL!!! I get to meet the rest of ONE. FREAKING. AMAZING. DIRECTION!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! On the inside I'm like totally: "#FANGIRLING BC #SWEG BC IM #FANGIRLING".

I brush my teeth and hear my stomach grumble because I didn't eat breakfast. I giggle and grab my under armor back pack and put some tan lotion and one of my bathing suits in it. My bathing suit is strapless and the top is sheer white and the bottoms are light purple. It looks really good against my skin. I grab some sunscreen too, I burn pretty easily.

I decide to wear some nike shorts that are royal blue with black and white chevron patterns down the sides and edges. I grab an off-the- shoulder shirt that is black that has the phases of the moon on it. In the middle it says: "MOON CHILD". I love that shirt. I got it for like two bucks at an outlet mall in Amarillo. It's up in the panhandle of Texas. I throw that on and slip some flip flops on my feet. I walk into my bathroom and decide to blow dry and brush my hair to calm the frizz. I do and it works pretty well. Now my hair is just in its natural waves flowing down my back. I flip all of my hair to one side. It's different. I like the way it feels like my hair is being tugged at from the roots. I put my shades on my head and grab my under armor bag.

When I get downstairs I smell pancakes. I walk into the kitchen and see Brady making them.

"Dude, it's like 11:00 already. Why not just eat lunch?" I ask him.