The Makeover (One Direction)

Dinner with the Styles'

Heeeeeeey! I could go for some Taco Bell right now! Anyways here's chapter 3! Please vote and comment! :D

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Alexa's POV

"Hey bitch."

I looked up to see him.

"What do you want Harry?' I said rolling my eyes.

"First of all, NEVER ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME. Second of all, NEVER TALK BACK TO ME."

"I can do whatever the hell I want. You aren't the boss of me Styles." I said with confidence.

" Oh really?" He said starting to walk towards me. I scooted down away fom him but he came closer. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice." He slapped me across my face leaving my cheek with his hand print. I was on the verge of tears. One tear escaped down my face. I looked up at him and he was smirking. "That's what you get, bitch."

I was just about to reply with a clever comeack when I heard my mom yell from the kitchen, "ALEXA, HARRY, DINNER'S READY!" I got up from my bed and wiped away the tears. I started walking and all of a sudden my face came in contact with the floor. Good thing my room was carpeted. I looked up and he was standing there, with a smile on his face. I got up and ran down stairs, breathing heavily when I got down. He soon followed me and we began to eat dinner. The adults were talking about some random crap and I was playing with my green beans. 

"It's not polite to play with your food." I lost all interest in my beans and stared up at my mom. Mrs. Styles was first to break the silence, "So Alexa, what are you planning on doing when you grow up?" I replied, "I'd like to be a singer."

"Harry is already a singer! He has a band and they won 3rd place in the X-Factor. Do you know Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis?" I looked at Harry and he sliced his throught with his hand, meaning if I told anyone I'd be dead. I mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Yes, almost too well." I looked down and felt all eyes on me. Okay... I looked up at Harry and he once again, sliced his hand with his through and shot me a glare. Oooh, I was going to get it tomorrow at school. I lost my appetite. I sighed and got up to throw my plate away.

Harry pulled me by the arm out of the kitchen. "What do you want, Harry?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"What did I tell you about giving me attitude?! Because you said that you're getting beat up twice as much as usual."

Mrs. Styles called out from the kitchen, "Come on Harry! We're leaving!" Thank you Mrs. Styles for saving my life there. 

They both left leaving me and my mom standing in the kitchen. I helped her clean the table and wash the dishes. After we finished, I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I changed into my monkey pajama shorts and my matching money tank top. I tied my hair into a messy bun and brushed my teeth. After about five minutes of brushing my teeth (which were now extremely white and spotless), I slid my glasses of my face and clawled under the covers of my bed. I let my thoughts take over.

I didn't want to go to school tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I love school. If it weren't for Harry and the rest of his idiotic friends and all of the annoying, slutty blonde bimbos with faces caked with makeup, I'd have a better school year. Harry said I was going to get it tomorrow. He's going to beat my up twice as hard. Good thing there was only a few more days left of school and the I don't have to deal with Harry anymore! Well, not until senior year. My eyes grew heavier and heavier with each thought. In no time, I was fast asleep.