after my mental breakdown i decided i'd shower.
"can i get in with you?" he begged from outside of the shower like he has for the past 10 minutes that i've been in.
any other time i would've let him, but i just wasn't in the mood. and i didn't wanna deal with him at the moment.
letting the water fall down on my head as i washed the shampoo out.
i then washed myself up then got out. he was sitting on the toilet but not using it.
he was in deepthought until he heard me get out, eyes finding mine but i quickly looked away.
i grabbed the dry towel from the shelf wrapping it around me.
going to the sink i grabbed my brush and lotion.
going to my room hearing him follow after. going in front of the mirror i started combining my hair dry.
"baby" he murmured wrapping his arms around my waist putting his head in my neck.
"your not talking much" he frowned.
and i held the towel tighter. "i'm not in the mood" i huffed seeing his face fall and he let me go, going over to my bed.
i continued combining my hair, i then lotioned myself. i went to my closet putting on gray joggers with holes on the knees then a crop tank top(ik) fixing my belly ring in the mirror it didn't hurt anymore so i barely notice it.
combining my hair again. turning around harrys eyes was on my butt raking upward as i turned around his eyes met mine.
perv
"i'm going to talk to my mom, i'll be back" i mumble quietly peeling my eyes from his and leaving my room.
going down to their room, i peeped my head through the door they were just getting ready. i walked in grabbing her perfume from her dresser.
"that smells" my mom said stopping me from spraying it.
"well which one smells good?" i asked and she pointed to some pink one and i sprayed myself with it.
"what time do we have to be there? i forgot to ask him that and have you been crying?" my dad asked studying my face.
i shook my head "no, i also forgot to ask him that. mom that's pretty" i tried changing the subject cause i have been crying, and liam said around 6 so i already knew the time i had to act like i didnt.
she was wearing this floral loose shirt with some mom jeans and heals very pretty.
"thank you" she smiled looking at it in the mirror.
"are you curling your hair?" i asked moving closer and looking at myself in the mirror with her.
"um.. maybe. i don't know i might just do light curls" she shrugged and i decided to leave my hair as it is it's pretty dry now.
"ima go ask him" i murmured leaving and going up to mine. he was laying in my bed with his arm covering his eyes, something he does when he's irritated.
"harry" i yelled and he shot up scaring me a bit, i giggled at his confused face.
"my- my mom said what time are they supposed to be there?" trying to hold my laughs in from scaring him i grabbed my phone.
running his fingers through his curls. "erm- i would say maybe around 6" he shrugged and i nodded going to leave the room but feeling fingers wrap around my wrist.
"haylen, are you still upset with me?" he asked staring at me with sad eyes.
feeling my anxiety build up.
"i-i don't wanna talk about it" i muttered pulling my hand from his wrist and leaving the room, feeling extremely bad for treating him like this but i just wasn't in the mood for him.
