Harry Styles Imagines

» house party

imagine written by me

word count; 1.68k
point of view; first person

"Hey Y/N, just so you know, we are having a party again tomorrow night so be prepared. While I'm at work tomorrow I want you to clean the house because my friends from work are coming over right after I get off."

Great, another party. This has been a reoccurring thing every Saturday for two months now. I'm not sure if my mother is addicted to partying or if she's trying to impress her colleagues at her new job.

"Yeah, sure mom."

"Thanks sweetie, you know how much this means to me."

My mom works at a pretty popular record label. She manages people like Adele, Beyoncé, Harry Styles, The Neighborhood, and so on. Because of this, she tries to uphold certain standards amongst her colleagues and in her workplace to try and get as much respect and good impressions as possible.

"Y/N, did you hear me?"

I looked up from my plate of food that I had been picking at for the past few minutes across from me at my mother, who was now staring at me in the eyes with a stern look on her face.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I kinda zoned out."

She sighed and slammed her napkin down on the table, "Y/N L/N why don't you listen to me! I said this party is going to be extra important! More than the other ones!"

I looked back down at my plate and resumed picking at my food, "Why's that," I said.

"Because, if you were listening when I was talking, some of my clients are coming and I want to make sure everything is perfect. This is a great opportunity for me and I don't want to mess this up. So that's why, tomorrow, you're going to clean up when I'm gone, and I mean spotless, and then you are going to spend the rest of the evening in your room as to not get in the way. I don't want there being any possibility of messing this up, or you getting into trouble, you hear me?"

I set my fork down, "Yup, I hear you loud and clear."

"Good. Now if you're going to keep picking at your food and not eat it just put it in the fridge." She gets up from the table, putting her plate in the sink, and walks away to her bedroom for the night.

I sigh and get up, throwing my uneaten food in the trash and head to my room for bed.

—

Great. The day of my mom's stupid party. And the day I just have to stay hidden in my room.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and spent 12 hours cleaning the whole house, except for my mom's room of course, she would kill me if I went in there.

When my mom got off work I was already in my room. I guess I had done a decent job cleaning because she didn't burst into my room or try to come scold me for it.

An hour went by and I had assumed everyone had arrived because I heard a lot of talking and music from outside my door.

After another hour went by, I realized pretty quickly that I had forgotten to eat all day and all of yesterday, so the hunger hit me like I truck.

I slowly opened the door to my room and sneaked out into the kitchen to try and find some food. Luckily all the party guests were in the backyard, as well as my mother, so I didn't have to worry about getting caught, or possibly ruining her soirée.