She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 4

"Everly!" I feel something hit my face and I jerk awake to see Sofia standing over me with a pillow, ready to hit me again. "Finally." I looked over at her and sighed as she threw the pillow onto my stomach. "You had a pretty intense dream there... who was it about? Your super hot and sexy boyfriend, Mr. Harry Styles?"

"No, I didn't and he's not my boyfriend." I objected, sitting up.

"Right... that explains the drool all over your pillow and chin." She was lying. I threw my pillow at her, making her laugh.

"Why did you wake me up anyway?" She walked to my closet and opened it, searching through my clothes aggressively.

"Did you really forget?" I think for a moment as she groans. "You seriously need to upgrade your closet." I forgot that Harry said he was going to take me out today. He actually wanted to see me again and hang out with me. Just like he said. I groaned, falling back onto my air mattress.

"What time is it?" I asked as Sofia threw a pair of shorts at my face.

"Why aren't you freaking out? This is Harry Styles." She sighed. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and saw the time. Only eight in the morning.

"I'm helping you get ready. So get your ass up and get dressed." She threw a shirt at me.

She grabbed my arms and pulled me from the mattress before walking out of the room. I unwillingly got up. I was going to see Harry again and the possibility of us being spotted only grows. I don't want to be spotted. I put on the outfit and smile at myself in the mirror. Of course, Sofia would try and make me look the best I could be. But whose best friend wouldn't? She marched back into my room holding a curling iron, a comb, and my Gucci belt.

"What is all that for?" She smiled and threw it all on the bed.

"The Gucci belt is what is going to tie your whole look together. I mean, we live in L.A. now, you have to dress the part." I picked it up and pulled it around my waist. "Now the comb and the curling iron are for your hair. So sit at your desk so we can get started."

"Sofia, I'm not going to a party. I don't need to be dressed up." She rolled her eyes and pulled me to the chair and sat me down.

"This isn't up for discussion. Start your makeup now." She turned me back to my desk and started to aggressively brush my hair.

"Ow, be gentle." She rolled her eyes and continued to brush my hair as if she was going to rip it out of my scalp. I start my makeup and I feel her taking some pieces of my hair and clipping it so she could start curling my hair.

"So you really have no idea where you're going?"

"No idea at all." Anywhere would be fun with him.

"Seriously, why aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out." She said. I shook my head, trying to understand.

"I don't want his fame to be the reason I make it in the industry," I admitted. She looked at me in the mirror, curling my hair and sighing. "I don't want him thinking I'm using him either."

"Well, he doesn't seem to think so... I mean he still wants to hang out with you."

"Isn't that strange? Come on, try not to be my best friend for a second and think. If you saw on the internet that Harry Styles was hanging out with a random girl, what would you think?" I asked, staring at her in the mirror. She thought for a minute, then nodded.

"Yeah, I would think it's weird. I would think she would be a celebrity rather than a fan." She admitted. I nodded.

"He's hiding something. Maybe he's using me to make the person who's trying to get back into his life jealous."