Everything You're Not (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Eleven - The Kiss

My awakening wasn't exactly pleasant. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" I heard. I fell off my window seat caused by shock.

"What, Louis?" I yelled back at the jumping British boy.

Louis chuckled. "No, but really,  I need food."

"Stop yelling. They're gonna hear you. I'll get you some food," I said, scratching my head. My hair was extremely tangled. "Wait here." I groggily walked out of the room,  shutting the door. I went to the bathroom and stripped myself of clothing. I turned on the shower, locking the bathroom door. After getting the water to the correct temperature, I went in. As I began to shampoo my hair, I let my thoughts wonder. 

Why am I so hung up on this? I planned this whole thing for what? To get Harry back? To make him see that I was an idiot without saying it? It all didn't make sense. It all felt like an act. It hadn't even started yet, and I'm already worried. I love Harry, but why can't I tell him that? I remember hating - despising him. Why can't I find that feeling? Why can't I hate him again? Why did I have to fall in love with him? I have so many questions, but none of them have answers. I feel like I have no say in what I'm doing. It's as if I have no control over what I'm doing. I feel like I'm a puppet and my puppet master is someone who hated my guts. This is bound to go good. It has to.

Before I knew it, I was done with my shower. I had already shampoo'd and conditioned my hair as well as soaping my body and rinsing everything off. I wrapped a towel around my body and then one around my hair. I quickly brushed my teeth and gargled mouthwash. I removed the towel from my hair, throwing into the dirty towel dispenser, and then I blow-dried my hair. I brushed through my hair  as I was blow drying it. Once I finished that, I walked to my room. I opened the door to my room and found Louis brushing his teeth and spitting outside of the window.

"EW. What are you doing?" I asked in disgust as I closed the door to my room. 

"Well, I can't really leave the room, soo.." he trailed off. 

"Whatever, just close the window when you're done. You can't risk being caught!" I exclaimed.

"Okay," he said, finishing up. 

I looked through my drawers and grabbed a matching set of undergarments. I put on the black undergarments while covering myself with the towel. Louis looked at me, a brow raised. "What? Do you not want me to cover myself with the towel?" I asked. 

"Sure."

"No." As Louisl closed the window, I dropped the towel. I stood there, looking through my drawers in nothing but my undergarments. I grabbed a pair a skinny jeans and a longsleeve that showed my shoulders. I grabbed my make up bag as well. I layed out everything on the bed. 

"What're you doing?" Louis asked.

"I'm putting on my clothes and make - up.." I trailed off questioningly.

"Why?"

"Louis, I need clothes to go out. Make - up is just a plus."

"No, it's not. And why dress up in jeans and a nice shirt. Is that what you feel comforable in? What's the point of looking nice if you're not comfortable?" Louis asked.

I thought about it for a second. I put back the shirt and jeans then pulled out grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved dark blue fitted shirt. I pulled on the shirt and sweatpants. There was a small gap between the pants and shirt that showed my hips. I put on my boots and grabbed my make-up bag. I unzipped it. 

Louis stopped me. "What're you doing?" he asked.

"I'm putting on make - up on," I said, obviously.