The Cover Girl [Harry Styles Love Story]

Chapter Three

Heyo!
So FINALLY wrote this. I was actually having a hard time writing this, so sorry if it sucks /: I know it's quite...fillerish, in Wattpadian terms, but it still has some seriously important parts in it!

Dedicated to DyingToShoutOut because she's a black-tea drinking lazer-eyed dancing robotic ninja who not only ranted with me about sassy zebras, but also made that BREATHTAKING banner to the side. Her story, "Remember December" is a HIGH recommendation. Go read it and fan her. Now. I'm not even kidding.

N O W.

-Levi (: xx

            She shut the mirrored door of her medicine cabinet and sighed, staring back at her reflection. She had dressed in a simple emerald-colored blouse with a black cardigan, equally-dark slacks and flats. Her long, sleek crimson-tinted locks were curled and cascading down her shoulders and back, the diamond studs in her ears glinting. She brought her hand to her chest were the locket lay on pale, smooth skin and gently traced a forefinger along the designs once more. The necklace was as old as the Parkers’ idle interaction with her and her family, and all she could do was sigh again. She didn’t know how well this would go—in fact, she didn’t know if it even would. The night was as unpredictable as her mother was a few days before, when she first made the call inviting them over. Iridesca raised her gaze in the mirror from her chest to her eyes, where the blue moons glowed bright with uncertainty and apprehension. Nonetheless, her reflected irises told her, it must happen.

            She exited the bathroom with a pounding heart, every beat reverberating within her ribcage and through her body, ringing in her ears. Her stomach churned with the mixture of nerves and the aroma of baked chicken and cheesy pasta wafting from the kitchen and all the way to the upstairs hallway where she walked. The dim, orangey light from the entrance hall to the lower floor grew wider and wider as she approached the winding mahogany steps to which she descended slowly, not going down further until both feet had hit the carpeted stair simultaneously. With a total of twenty-three steps, she counted down in her head: Twenty three, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty…

            Taking it stair by stair, her anxiety grew stronger the lower she got, and by the time she reached the bottom, swallowing was hard. A low clattering sound signaled that her mother had just closed the oven door, and an even stronger smell of casserole breezed to her. Hunger pains gnawed at her stomach as she realized that she hadn’t eaten at all that day.

            Before she had even realized it, she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen/dining room. She peered around the corner to see her mother draped in a purple wrap dress and apron, her hair twisted back into a bun, and her diamond earrings dangling as she leaned over the stovetop, observing the glass pan holding the casserole. After a moment of inspecting the side dish, she straightened her posture with a look of satisfaction, removing her apron and hanging it on the knob of a cabinet. “Oh hi, sweetie. I didn’t hear you come in,” June said with a chipper tone than usual.

            Iridesca forced a small smile. “It smells good,” she quietly caroled with her graceful voice. June beamed.

            “Thank you, I made some chicken breasts, some fettuccini Alfredo and green bean casserole. I also bought a chocolate cake; I wanted dessert but I knew I wouldn’t have time to make one,” she motioned to the bar separating the kitchen with the dining room where the glazed pastry sat on a cake holder proudly. Iridesca nodded and observed everything, taking in the meal she was sure that was about to change her life.

            A sudden ring chimed through the house, and two different expressions dawned on the small family’s faces: June’s eyes lit up and a grin spread her cheeks, while Iridesca’s already-pale face lost whatever color remaining.