Antisocial [h.s]

[thirty-one]

"I cannot believe you're going on a date with Harry,'' Perrie grinned like a Cheshire cat and continued to look through my closet, she is my designated older sister right now.

"You've repeated that ten times within the last hour,'' I rolled my eyes and picked Lummy up and held him to my chest. "You know I was planning on wearing normal clothes, specifically loose clothes as to not irritate my stitches,'' I added with emphasis whilst she took interest in one particular crop top aunt Karen bought me because she thought it looked cute and she hadn't realized how tight and short it actually was. "Or show off my scars.''

"I've got a nice outfit in mind, it's casual, it's cute and loose and it's mine, but it's perfect for you,'' she beamed. "Have you shaved your legs recently?"

"Yeah, I did yesterday, what do you have in mind?" I asked, stifling a yawn.

She walked over to her closet and pulled out a nice cardigan that looked like something I'd probably purchase, then she rooted through some more of her clothes and pulled out a pair of quite short shorts and a white crop top. "Now change," she commanded and I groaned, removing myself from my warm bed, my bare legs fully exposed. "It's casual and you've got nice legs."

"I hardly wear shorts, Perrie," I replied and she tossed me the items of clothing.

"Well then it will be a nice surprise because you've got nice legs," I rolled my eyes and set the clothes on my bed and then tugged the shorts up, turns out they were high-waisted and studded, but they were quite cute despite the fact they only covered my ass.

I removed my jumper, slightly wincing but managing to tug the crop top on as well as the cardigan.

"Perfect!" Perrie cheered and I smiled slightly. "You're gorgeous, Blake," she kissed my cheek and then I hugged her, wrapping my arms around her. "Aw," she cooed and wrapped her arms around me too. "My roommate last year was such a bitchy prude, I love you."

"I've missed having a sister," I mumbled and sighed, she rested her chin on the top of my head.

"I've only ever had a brother, he is such a pain in the arse," I giggled at her and she gasped, pulling away, "Your giggle is literally the sound of angels."

"Perrie," I groaned and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, if Harry doesn't want you I'd go lesbian for you, but unfortunately Harry will never let you go." She sighed and then grinned, "Time for makeup."

"You know, I'm not completely helpless."

"I know, but you usually look innocent, I want you to look like someone you wouldn't want to show Liam," she smirked and I cussed.

"I don't want to look like a slut or I will take a makeup wipe and restart," I warned her and she sat me down on my bed and went over to her desk, taking her makeup bag and sitting beside me.

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The door opened and in walked a very surprised Zayn and Liam which caused Perrie and I to burst out into laughter. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Zayn asked and hopped onto her bed, Liam copying his actions.

"She's painting my toes and my feet are really ticklish," I giggled and then shrieked. "Stop, Perrie! I'm not your doll!"

She continued to sit on my legs and paint my toes. "I'm sorry but I'm enjoying this too much," I could hear the grin in her voice and then she deliberately tickled my foot and I screamed.

"Perrie Edwards!"

"Blake Cullen!"

"Fuck you!" I groaned and threw my head back on my bed.

"You realize Harry will be here soon, right?" Liam asked and my eyes widened.

"Shit! Wait, that's like now? Like soon? Fuck," I shoved Perrie off of me so she'd be beside me whilst I freaked out.

"Way to go, Liam! I was just listening to her angel laugh and now she'll be hyperventilating," Perrie accused and wrapped an arm around me. "Dates aren't scary, Blake, and Harry will be a gentleman and he is going to love you in this outfit," she smirked and then pinched my leg. "Seriously, give me details when you get back," she spoke quietly to me and I felt myself blushing and crossing my arms.

"You know, I'm the older brother in the room," Liam pointed out and I scrunched my nose up, squeezing my eyes shut.

How do these situations happen? What are the reactions supposed to be? This is so confusing.

"Why are you so nervous?" Zayn asked curiously.

"Because Harry's Harry and I'm me and like these things don't happen to me, I don't get comfortable with people, nobody visits me in my hospital room after operations, no one asks me on a date. The only time I hung out with someone outside of immediate family was Grace at the elderly home who had Alzheimer's and I read to her. I'm not meant to have friends my age or close to my age and I'm not meant to go on a date because I am a nineteen year old girl who snogged for the first time yesterday and had a huge anxiety attack the night before."

"No, Blake Cullen, you are not backing out of this now," Perrie held me and I took my deep breaths and fisted my duvet. "You deserve a guy who treats you like Harry does, and guess what, you're really pretty, really funny, really nice and really smart and I will personally kick anyone's arse who says otherwise, babe."

"Mind kicking Liam's?" I smiled and I opened my eyes to see his mouth hung open.

"Well, Liam is kinda twice my size so I'll get my boyfriend to do that," she grinned over at Zayn who rose his eyebrows.

"Mates before dates, Perrie," Liam scoffed.

"Anyways, I can take him, I've been winning fights against Liam since I was four," I playfully bragged, cracking my knuckles.

I heard my phone vibrate on my nightstand and I moved over, rolling onto my sore stomach and on my elbows, reaching over and taking a look at it.

Harold: i'm on my way and are all of my friends in your dorm room right now?

Me: well, one of them is my brother, the other is my roommate and the other is my roommates boyfriend

Harold: so my friends. Well that makes me kind of nervous, feel free to step outside the building and i'll pick you up from there

Me: i have wet nail polish on my toes thanks to Perrie so i cannot put shoes on

I didn't receive a reply but then Perrie's phone buzzed on the nightstand too so she leaned on me and reached over, gasping.

"Harry just texted me 'fuck you and your nail varnish! What the hell is that about?!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"It's nothing, he knows everyone is here so he wanted me to meet him outside later but I can't put shoes on," I briefly explained but then my eyes widened. "Oh fuck he's on his way!"

"Blake, calm down-"

"Bad fucking choice of words, Liam," I tugged at my hair and stood up.

"Do you want to go on this date with Harry?" Liam asked, standing in front of me and holding my shoulders so I couldn't move.

"Of course! Who the hell would turn down a date with him?"

"Don't answer a question with a question," Liam mumbled. "You're acting like a serial killer is coming to your room rather than the guy you like, so just chill."

I continued my deep breaths and then I pried Liam's hands off me and sat down on the floor, my back against my bed.

I'm going on a date. A date with a guy I actually really like. A date with Harry Styles.

A/N oh my god, I reached 2k. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. Thank you for reading.