Maid For Styles

I put on my outfit, and looked at the mirror. Not satisfied. Harry has to take me to school. I literally over-heard him and his mom arguing about taking me to school. I'm walking today. I don't want to make me seem, annoying cause his mom is making him be my friend. I walk to the kitchen and take my medicine. Today is the first day for me taking it, and I hope it works.

I look around, and nobody is here. Anne has already left for work, but I'm not sure about Harry. I shrug, and walk out the door. A cool breeze slaps me in the face, and I instantly regret not bringing a jacket. Before, I can start walking, I hear Harry. "Rosie, where are you going?"

"I'm walking to school." I say.

"Let me drive you to school." He says gesturing me to his black Range Rover.

"Harry, I can walk it's fine." I say looking away, and before I can walk away, he stops me, again.

"It's just a ride, and you're shivering." He says while coming towards me.

"Harry, you don't have to. I know your mom wants you to be my friend, and you're too cool for that but-" He cuts me off by putting his finger on my lips, making me hush.

"Rosalie, my mum wants me to give you rides. I really do want to be your friend." He smiles, at me.

"Harry, we can't be friends though. I'm a loser." I say walking to the his car, and getting in the passenger seat.

"Rosalie, yes we can. How about you sit at my table today for lunch?"

"Uh, okay." I say looking out the window. He starts the car, then turns on the radio. He picks the volume up, and I start humming the tune.

"You listen to the 1975?" He says amazed.

"Of course! I live for Matt Healy." I giggle. Matt Healy is absolutely beautiful.

"She says, "Babe, you look so cool, you look so cool, you look so cool, cool, cool, cool
You look so cool, you look so cool, you look so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool."

Harry and I both sing along, and laugh. I tell Harry, how I love the 1975 and how I would do anything to see them live. We finally arrive at school, and make our ways. I walk into Biology, and I see Louis talking to Elenaor.

Eleanor is actually one of my good friends, and so is Danielle. But I wouldn't say I'm in there clique. Cause of course, Harry and his friends are in it. But other than that we get along just fine.

I sit, down and cover my face. I'm so sleepy, then I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and it's Eleanor. "Hey, Eleanor." I smile.

"Hey, Rosie." she sits next to me.

"What's up?" I ask, smiling.

"I don't know, Louis wants me to to go, to this party today. You know Niall, right? Well, it's his party, and every time I go he leaves me for his friends. So I was kinda wondering, if you could come?" She smiles.

"Why not, Danielle?" I frown. Parties are not my thing. At all.

"She's grounded. Please Rosie! We can leave at whatever time you want to!" She begs. "Rosalie Ingrid Williams, will you please pleas please with a cherry on top please go with me?!"

"How do you know my freaking middle name?!" I nudge her side, in a harsh whisper.

"Cause I'm your best friend! I've known you since like sixth grade! Right you know my middle name?" She giggles

"Yes, Jane. I just never told you my middle name." I say amazed.

"It doesn't matter! Please Rosie!"

"Okay, I'll go, but you're going to have to help me with what to wear." I say.

She squeals. "Okay!"

-

"Wait, so you like legit live with Harry?" She says walking to my room.

"Yeah, just please don't tell anybody." I say

"Rosie, you and Danielle are my only friends, and I seriously doubt Danielle would say anything." She says, and I nod.

She examines my closet, and finally picks out something for me to wear. I put it on, with the makeup, and she says "Wow, you look hot."

"Thanks." I giggle, looking at myself. I don't look bad. I really don't. I feel confident.

We drive by her house, and she puts on her outfit. Then we drive to Niall's house. It's already full of people. Shouldn't they be doing their homework? It's freaking Monday. When we walk inside, I get whistles and people smack my ass.

I feel claustrophobic and run into the bathroom. See, I don't do parties, at all. I hear a knock, and I open the door, "Sorry," I mumble. I look up and I see Harry.

"You look good, Rosie." He smirks.

"You're drunk." I say

"I'm actually not drunk. See, this is soda. I mean it, you look fucking hot."

"Well, thanks." I blush, standing frozen.

"Would you like to dance?" He grins at me.

"Sure," I smile, taking his hand.

Notes

HI GUYS!!

OKAY, SO I'M GOING TO UPDATE EVERYTHING AGAIN CAUSE IM SUPER HAPPY CAUSE IM PASSING TO THE NINETH GRADE YAAAAS HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS ?