They Don't Know About Us. (Harry Styles Fan Fiction.)

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

*** SADIE'S POINT OF VIEW ***

Harry and I are back together. We figured out that everything that happened was a huge misunderstanding. We worked everything out the night of Zayn's birthday party. But it's Harry's birthday now. I went to my dad's house after school in a rush to get ready. I fly through the front door not expecting to see my dad sitting in his recliner.

"Hey sis" my father greeted me as I shut the front door, "how's it going?"

"Hi dad, it's going good. You?" I say as I toss my backpack on the kitchen table.

"It's hanging pretty tight." My dad chuckled, "Glad I got to see you."

"Huh? Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm gonna go hang with a few buddies of mine tonight. Play pool...drink a few beers. Find you a step mom." said the dearest father of mine with a wink.

"The last place I want you to meet my step mom is at a bar." I said, my dad chuckled.

"Ah, don't worry Squirt. The ladies that go to the bar on a Friday night are cheap whores looking for some action. They smell like cigarette smoke and dust that blows on them from the corner that they stand upon every night."

"Yeah...I suggest eHarmony." I said, "When are you leaving?"

"Probably around 5ish." Dad said. I let out a sigh of relief, Harry was picking me up at 6.

"Okay, cool." I started making my way towards the stairs.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Dad asked.

"I don't know. I might go over to Rhonda's for a bit and see how she's doing."

"Aight." Dad said, kicking the footstool of his recliner down. He got up and put his boots on, putting his old torn up Moss Oak cap on and grabbing his keys followed. He walked over to the stairs, gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before saying "Stay safe tonight. Love you! I'm gonna go ahead and go. I might stop by and see what Dave has been working on down at the bakery."

"Love you too!" I said as he left the house, got in his truck, and drove up the gravel road.

I went upstairs and plopped down on my bed and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I unlocked my phone and clicked on my instagram app. I scrolled through people's pictures on my feed and liked a majority of them. I logged out of instagram and clicked my messages.

To: Bing-a-Ling

Help fashion police. I don't know what to wear tonight!

I locked my phone and got up from my bed. I grabbed a towel and wash cloth from the closet in the hallway. I strolled back to my room and saw my phone light up. I placed my towel and wash rag on the counter in the bathroom and went back into my room. I picked my phone up and unlocked it.

iMessage from: Bing-a-Ling

Something Harry can take off with one bat of the left eye.

To:Bing-a-Ling

Hah, no! Aunt Flo is visiting right now so that wouldn't be good!

I locked my phone once more and went into the bathroom. I started the shower and took every piece of clothing I had on.

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I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me. I exited the bathroom and went to my drawer. I grabbed a matching black lace bra and underwear and went back to the bathroom and took care of some business. You know, sticking a missile shaped cotton ball in my body to make sure I don't bleed everywhere. After I put on my sassy undergarments I started working on drying my hair, styling my hair, and putting a shit load of makeup on to hide my unwanted pimples and blemishes. Oh the joy of being a girl.