Harry Styles BSM

81. BSM

Sorry this took too long.

BSM

AGE: S-E-V-E-N-T-E-E-N, 17 turning EIGHTEEN in a few weeks

1st Person’s P.O.V

First of all I want to thank the Gods and Goddesses from above for letting me survive through a week of hell and for finally making it a summer break! AND IT’S SATURDAY, HALLELUJAH! So basically it’s the first Saturday of my school-free months and I’m just so freaking happy that I am finally going to have a peaceful day without even facing the students and every single living cell in that hell-hole I call school. Not to be so dramatic but I’d rather wash Harry’s stinky clothes than to suffer from that place.

So, because I’m feeling happy, at peace and ecstatic that I’m away from that and that I survived it without collapsing, I’ve thought of giving myself a prize! Hmmm what prize? Well, ever since the school started, I’ve always wanted a day for myself; a day full of movies and junkies, and pillows and tissues and food, heaven I know; I’ve decided to make it Y/N’s Day! In where I will spend every hour every minute every second of the day including the night watching films and stuffing my face with non-healthy food, man what a life.

Since I’m still lying in my bed at ten in the morning, I’ve decided to be productive, why? Because the thought of having a day only for my self inspires me to be one, so why the hell not?

I jumped out of bed, stretching my limbs and my sore back before grabbing my phone and plugging it into my speaker. By the start of the happy beat, I’ve decided to move, at first I made my bed, picked the dirty clothes scattered everywhere, busting dance moves from time to time before happily continuing my cleaning process. I myself am surprised that I’m enjoying this thing, I swear to God I’m not a fan of tidying up, though I hate messy-dirty place, it’s just that I am THAT lazy.

My parents, even the people close to us often tells me that I am a total opposite from my siblings. Gemma and Harry are good at school, whereas I’m not. Both of them are not lazy, yet here I am being a lazy bum, Gemma and Harry are both successful in their own careers and look at me, I’m being a bum here without any direction to take. But enough with that, even though people’s comments about me aren’t always positive, well who are they to tell me what to do? It’s my life and besides, they don’t know me, how can they compare me to my siblings when I’m still at senior high?

Yeah even my family’s comments about my behaviour isn’t that pleasant to hear especially when you’re in my shoes, it still matters, because it’s them, I know they’re telling things like that because they care, their words might hurt me but I trust them, and they’re always there to support me.

Okay stop that crap; it’s Y/N’s Day! I should probably stop this bull and have some partaaaaaaaay!

Once MY room is already tidy and neat, I jumped into the shower and took a cool relaxing bath.

After my bath, I was utterly starving so I decided to have some late breakfast.

Okay so I was walking down the stairs and to the kitchen when I heard voices and muffled laughter. Well well, we have a company. Tsss, I don’t care, as I’ve reached the kitchen doorway I made a beeline towards the fridge, grabbed the milk, a bowl and my cereal box. I was about to pour the milk into the bowl, yeah don’t laugh, I pour the milk first before the cereal, so what? As I was saying, I was about to pour the MILK into the bowl when I was rudely interrupted by my dear brother and his guests.