Harry Styles BSM

93. BSM

Harry Styles BSM: Untitled

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I woke up with a multiple notifications on my phone startling me early in the morning. I just watched my phone on my bedside table waiting for it to stop ringing before going back to sleep. Of course, it's a Saturday morning, who the hell wakes up early? That's definitely not me.

I buried myself deeper in my fluffy blanket cocoon trying to regain my sleep when my phone rang again.

I did the same as I did earlier, ignored it.

But it kept on ringing and ringing that it made impossible for me to get back to sleep so I begrudgingly snatched my phone and checked the thing that's causing me to lose even more sleep.

"WAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed. Feeling adrenaline rushing through every fibre of my body making me stand.

There, displayed on my screen was a notification from my favourite Kpop band saying that they'll be having a concert here. In this country.

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed once again jumping up and down feeling giddy. It feels like it's the best most perfect they I've ever had my whole life. I'll finally be able to see them, breathe the same air as them and watch them perform right before my eyes.

I was so happy that I felt like crying.

Just then my bedroom door burst open revealing my breathless mom. "What happened?" she gasped out catching her breath as she leans on my doorframe.

I smiled at her and showed her my phone which displays the announcement.

We both screamed at the same time fangirling over *insert your favourite kpop boy group* holding hands while jumping around out of excitement.

This is what I love about mom. She supports me and understands me. And she act like a teenager. She's a best friend I never knew I needed.

"So mom, can I go?" I asked her hopeful she'd say yes. And of course she did. "Of course! I wouldn't be a kill joy now would I?" she winked and started to leave my room.

"Thanks mom" I smiled, feeling my heart beat and trying to calm it down.

"Just make sure to clean your room." She stated from the outside. I looked around my room and she's right I gotta have to clean it.

Torn and crumpled papers were scattered on my desk, because of my project that I rushed finishing last night; I want a free day on Saturdays so I try hard to finish school works on Fridays. Dirty shirts were scattered on the floor and my duvet was lying on the floor.

It wasn't that huge of a mess in my opinion... but in another person's point of view, its hell.

So being the good little daughter I am, I tidied my room up and took a bath not wanting to fall back a sleep. Of course, I have to play being the good daughter so they will really allow me to go.

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The following week...

"Thanks for allowing me to go mom. I can't wait to finally see them live. Oh my gosh!" I squealed as my mom drives down the road.

"Of course, but you still gotta ask your dad. Okay?" she stated and I nodded.

Good thing I got my report card for the month and I'm quite confident and proud of my grades so... guess what's I'm going to be using as a tool to bribe my dad?

We arrived home and I ran straight to my dad's office where he usually was situated but I found his office empty.

"Mom, where's dad?"