Anonymous| lrh

10| "I think I'm just going to date myself"

Thursday, January 18th
Anonymous:
I know what you mean. I just don't like it because it messes up my hair and them car door handles are all wet and when I go to grab one then my hands wet but I don't want to wipe it on my pants because my pants will be wet. The rain for me is just one big no.

Me:
I don't really mind what it does to my hair, it just poofs up a bit but that's really it. I know what you mean about the door handles though, very annoying. Also, isn't it weird that your "funny" note wound up to what we're doing now?

Friday, January 19th
Anonymous:
Yes! I was thinking the same thing, we're basically best friends at this point. I'm so fucking happy it's Friday, even though it was a short week it felt so long. What are your weekend plans?

Me:
Agreed. I am too, it definitely did feel longer though I know what you mean. I'm not too sure yet, I usually just figure something out when the time comes it. I know tonight though I''m doing stuff with some friends though. Because you'll read this on Monday, how was your weekend?

I've been staring at myself in the mirror for at least ten minutes now. Closely examining every pore and small patch of dry skin on my face. It wasn't that I was trying to look good for Harry and I's date but I couldn't help but get distracted with every little flaw that I laid eyes on.

"Knock, knock," I turned to see Luke, Calum and Ashton all pour into my room. I had absolutely no idea that they got here.

"Thanks for the heads up that you were coming now," I scoffed, focusing all my attention back on the mirror.

"We wanted to surprise you and help get ready for your date!" Ashton chirped, taking a seat in my arm chair that sat in the corner of the room while the other's were stretched out on my bed.

"I'm not doing much to get ready," I shrugged. "I'll probably just wear a cuter outfit than normal."

"Give us a fashion show!" Calum said.

"Yeah, do that."

"Yes!"

"No skirts or dresses above mid-thigh. I'm setting ground rules right now," Luke scolded me as I pulled out tops I rarely wore out of my closet.

I playfully rolled my eyes at Luke's comment, then picking out a black, long sleeve crop top to pair with my current ripped skinny jeans.

"Turn around!" I said to the boys, earning quite a few eye rolls as they turned around on my messy bed.

After a good amount of tugging at the sleeves and pulling up my pants to cover my exposed stomach I gave the boys the OK to turn around.

"Oooooh."

"Hot."

"I like it!"

"I feel fat," I groaned, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I definitely wasn't stick thin, I had a bit of a stomach and my thighs took up a bit of room on chairs.

"You aren't fat!" Cal cried, gesturing to me.

"Char, you look great shut up," Luke encouraged.

Ashton smiled, his dimples very prominent on his cheeks, "I like it."

I couldn't help but blush at the boys' words. Obviously they were all meant in a friendly way but no matter who's saying the compliment, there's no doubt red will creep into my cheeks.

"It gives off a good vibe," nodded Luke.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion. I'm not too sure how a a shirt can give off a "vibe".