Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 16: Lights Up.

A/N: this is lowkey how I imagine Kate looking... idk if that's just a me thing, and of course El is the brunette. Idk I've just been seeing her on my timeline and for some reason I see Kate. Also if you haven't heard this song yet why tf you even reading this fanfic.. I'm kidding but LISTEN!! It works(:

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I'm pacing. I'm physically pacing his house right now because I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to say, or do, or how to act. Who else will be here? Is it going to be a party, or is it really a small gathering, or is it somewhere in between?

I don't interact, I don't talk, I keep my mouth closed, and I stay to myself, because that's what is easiest, so can someone tell me why the hell I said yes? Having fun.. I'm having fun, we're going to have fun. I take a few deep breaths, and look at the clock for the hundredth time, and it's close, Harry should be getting home any-

    "El! Where are you?" I hear his voice rip through the house, and I freeze, and think about shutting myself in his room, and pretending to be asleep. No, fuck, I need to be an adult.

    "In the living room." I call out, and he appears. Okay, he's in normal clothes, nothing fancy, and- shit, fuck his mom, god dammit his sister is here too. "Hello." I smile, and wave to them.

    "Nice to see you again." Harry smiles, and he pulls me into a soft hug. Ew, weird. I don't fight it, and his mom, and sister don't hug me again thank god.

    "How was the show?" I ask lightly, trying to make this as normal as possible even though my nerves are shooting through the roof right now. I've been faced with CEO's, rich business tycoons, famous celebrities, I've freaking been on the same red carpet as Kim Kardashian before, so why the hell do I feel like I'm going to piss my pants at any moment because of his mom? I smile at her, and Harry smirks at me, and my smile fades into a glare after she passes by.

    "It went really well, what did you think mum?" He invites her in the conversation and she starts moving things around, cleaning up the already clean home. "Stop cleaning." He laughs, and Gemma rolls her eyes, plopping right down on the couch, stopping Anne from cleaning.

    "You know I love watching my baby perform." She pulls Harry's head to her and kisses his forehead, causing me to laugh, he's a momma's boy for sure.

    "Who all is coming over?" I ask him, and he turns to the door, and back.

    "Helene should be here soon, and Jefrey is stopping by, no one you haven't met before." He smiles, and I feel relief flood through me.

    "What about-" Gemma starts, and Harry shoots her a warning look.

    "What about who? Who else? Harold I swear..." I start, trying not to sound too irritated in front of his mom.

    "My friend Sammy, from primary, before all of this happened, I don't see him much anymore, and I'm in town so I had to see him." He confesses, and I furrow my brows.

    "Okay, why would you not tell me that? He sounds normal enough." I shrug my shoulders.

    "He's anything but.." Gemma jokes, and I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, but he seems normal, he sounds normal, he probably is normal.

    "So El, Harry told us your real name is Eleanor and that you'd rather be called that, and I'd believe him, but it's my brother so of course I don't." She laughs, and I shoot him dagger eyes.

    "My name is El, just El, don't listen to a word he says." I tell both Anne and Gemma, and find myself sitting in the armchair next to the couch they're both sat upon.