Only Angel [h.s]

𝟬𝟰 - 𝗦𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆

You don't know your worth
All the things I know that you deserve
Say it's not real if it doesn't hurt
Find someone you know will put you first
Find someone who loves you at your worst

[Know Your Worh
Khalid]

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As i'm walking down the hall i suddenly stop and realise that i should've gotten changed before leaving the room, especially seeing as all i'm wearing is a stained t-shirt and fucking booty shorts.

So hesitantly, i turn around and walk back into my bedroom and of course, i run straight into Harry's chest.

"Shit sorry i was just coming back so i could change out of these pyjamas" I say

"S'fine, why are you getting changed anyway, isn't it your day off?" He questions, with a slight hint of a frown on his face.

"Ah well just because i'm not going in doesn't mean i don't have work to do, plus I have an online class today and we have to skype with our professor so i don't wanna look like a slob" I chuckle.

To be honest most of my classes are easy even when i don't pay attention but we have our tests coming up and i absolutely cannot afford to lose marks and fail, so now when i'm in class i pay extra attention and make sure to write a shit ton of notes.

"Really? You still work on your days off and do school shit on your days off?" He says with a puzzled look.

"Well yea, i'm basically my own boss, y'know? Like i have to sort stuff out for my team, i have to overlook everything and reply to emails and all that jazz, plus I only have one class on Saturdays" I say with an over exaggerated smile.

"Well then ma'am" He laughs while he steps aside, "Go on and get ready, i'll meet you in the kitchen"

I walk into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, going straight over to my closet trying to find something to make me look somewhat presentable.

Eventually i find something that looks comfortable enough to lounge about in but that also makes me look like i didn't just roll out of bed.

I take the cropped Nike jumper and pair of shorts, walk into my bathroom and shut the door behind me.

Because my curtains are pretty sheer, I don't get dressed in my room that often, our floor might be pretty high up and if i wasn't insecure i wouldn't care.

I start stripping off my pyjamas and slip into my outfit. I take a glance at myself in my bathroom mirror and smile at myself, i really try and make an effort to see myself the way most other people do but sometimes I just can't. For the first time in a while though i do like what i see.