suffer • h.s

one

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Saturday, February 10th, 2018
2:44 pm
halle

I grab my hydro flask and take a sip of water as I lay on my couch watching Arrested Development. It's my third time watching this show, and it's still just as funny as the first time. If not more.

I hear my phone's text tone go off, and reach for my phone on the other side of the couch. My short little arms can't reach it, and I groan and I get up to grab it. It's one of those mornings.

Harry: Come over early please!!

Harry: I want company and you can help me get ready

Me: get ready??? what do u have to do besides shower

Harry: My makeup

Harry: Jk

Harry: But please come i want company

Me: i was gonna come with Ashly and Ellie

Harry: Halleeeeeeee

Harry: it's my birthday ☹️

Me: ur birthday was a week ago

Harry: It's my birthday party

Harry: Plus i need you to do my hair!

Me: okay fine

Me: where's Lou?

Harry: She's a guest i didn't wanna make her do my hair

Me: wtf am i

Harry: My best friend

Me: i'll be there at 7?

Harry: You're the best

I roll my eyes and smile at his childishness, something I love about my best friend but at times bothers the fuck out of me. That and his stubbornness.

Harry's a handful.

I text Ashlyn and Ellie and tell them to meet me at the party, which is a little annoying but whatever. I wanted Ashlyn to curl my hair but I guess I'll just have to figure it out myself.

I already have my outfit planned out for tonight, it's a little extra but I never dress up and I feel like tonight's a fitting night to pull out an amazing dress I have yet to wear and my thigh high boots which- well they're just hot as fuck. The dress is very sparkly and News Years Eve-y, but I wore all black for New Years so now's my time to shine, literally.

I've got a while until I need to start getting myself ready, but now I'm getting excited! Harry's got this whole club rented out, a band coming (one of those bands nobody knows but Harry) and also karaoke. Anddd of course an open bar.

I throw my phone back across the couch and watch Michael Cera be his cute little self for another 45 minutes because deciding to get up and do something productive. It's about 3:30, and if I plan on going to dinner with Brayden at 5:30, I should probably shower now.

I get out of my sweats and sweatshirt, hop into the shower and take a long, scolding hot shower. I hum to Shawn Mendes songs and then go full out when Charlie Puth comes on. My favorites.

Hopefully Hannah isn't home from her shoot yet so she can't hear me belching in the shower. Not that she hasn't before.

I spend extra long in the shower shaving every part of my body and occasionally pulling up my razor and treating it like a microphone. I don't know either.