The Makeover

Chapter Three - Yay, I get to be a barbie for the day

"Need a ride to school?" A familiar British accent asked. I turned around to see none other than Harry Styles smirking at me.

"On a motorcycle?" I asked excitedly. "I've always wanted to ride on one."

"What would you say if I could make you popular." He asked catching me by surprise.

"That would never happen, because I'm not popular material." I answered stating the obvious.

"You could be." He responded. "Just let me give you a make over."

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked quite surprised.

"You have absolutely no friends." He stated.

"Why thank you captain obvious." I said rolling my eyes.

"If you get a makeover, you could get more friends, and you could see what its like to be popular," He responded. "Think about it."

I thought about it. I knew if I dressed like everyone else, I would fit in and have a few friends. I will admit I feel lonely all the time, and this is the chance to have some friends. Even though they may not be my real friends, just someone to hang with, or go shopping with. But I felt like something was up, I'm not stupid.

"We had ONE conversation yesterday," I replied. "After one convo you can't just hop up and say you want to give me a makeover. Tell me the real reason, and i'll do it."

"Really?" He asked.

"Maybe." I said thoughtfully.

"I can't stand push overs, and you let people talk crap about you, and don't even stand up for yourself." He explained. "It irritates the crap out of me, and I honestly just want to help you. You have the attitude of a bad ass, you're pretty, and I'm sure you'd look hot with clothes that actually fit you." He just said I'm pretty. Harry styles actually thinks I'm pretty. I think I'm going to faint.

"So you just want to help?" I asked trying to understand what he said. "No funny business?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No funny business Ariana." He said smiling showing his deep dimples. I never notice how handsome he was. He had wild, curly, brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes. He looked like those guys, that were in magazines.

"Are you done checking me out." He said snapping me out of my thoughts. I blushed.

"I was not checking you out." I grumbled.

"Sure you weren't." He replied sarcastically. 

"Anyways" I said . "I don't want to be dressing like a slut, and that's my main rule. "

"Don't worry about it, I got you covered." He answered reassuringly. He checked his watch. "Hop on." He said with a smile. I climb on behind him wrapping my arms around him, which was kind of weird. Tuesday he didn't even know I existed.

"Could you hurry, I really don't want another detention." I said.

"I thought you enjoyed my company." He replied starting the motorcycle.

"Well you thought wrong, now move along." I retorted. I did enjoy Ryan and his company, but there is nowhere in hell that I would admit that.

"I'm going to let you off by the bus stop so no one will see us together," He said suddenly. "No offense, but I don't want people to see us together until after the makeover."

"I get it." I replied. I wasn't offended. I understood what he meant. If people saw us together now, tomorrow after I got the makeover they'd think that I changed for him. That's far from the truth.