Harry Styles Imagines

29.A Family Friend

(Note: This is pretty longer than what I mostly write)

I was in a beautiful place. Its in a garden, full of blooming beautiful flowers with different beautiful colors, lilac, pink, red, blue and whatsoever that makes it more like a paradise. A gate with blooming flowers surrounding it was opened. I looked down to noticed my white dress that rests above my knees and pair of cream doll shoes. I entered the big gates and saw a tall, slim guy waiting for me in front of a big house. He's wearing a black tux and his turned his back to me so I can't see his face. I am few steps close to him when I heard a loud voice.

"Y/N!!! Wake up!!"

"Uughhh what the hell Bridget!" I groaned digging my face further into the pillow I am hugging.

"Mom said we're going to the mall today!" My annoying little sister jumped up and down my bed.

"I don't fucking care just get out!" I said shoving her foot which made her fell from my bed to the carpet. I laughed at her.

"Just get up!" She charged pulling the comforter away from me. I curled into a ball hugging the soft pillow tighter.

"Tell Mum I don't wanna come." I groaned.

"She said she'll buy us dresses for later." Bridget explained.

"What's with later?"

"Dad told me and Jeremy we will be having visitors, a family friend and they'll be having a dinner here at 7pm." She added laying beside me. "And mom wants us to shop our dresses." She said picking her nails.

"I'm not interested, I still have clothes." I shrugged.

"Still I want you two to buy new ones." Mom said when she entered my room.

"Aren't you excited?" Bridget said.

"Actually I'd rather wear skinny jeans later." I said.

"No. Now get up there, fix yourself, eat breakfast so we could go." Mom said pulling me out of my bed.

"Ugghh fine." I groaned and went to my bathroom.

I went downstairs and to the kitchen and ate breakfast. I saw Dad reading his newspaper and Mum washing the dishes. Jeremy, my 2 years older than me brother is sitting at the living room with headphones in. Bridget walked in with a pair of high heels and pink dress. Unlike Bridget, I'm more on a ripped skinny jeans type of girl, boyish. For a 14 year old girl like her, she dresses like she's older than me.

"Aren't we going yet?" Bridget said flipping her hair. "Goodness Y/N at least put on a powder!"

"I did." I said flatly.

"Put on more."

"I'm fine with this and stop talking to me like you're my older sister, let me remind you that I'm still 4 years older than you." I said firmly earning a roll of eyes from her.

"Whatever." She mumbled.

I was done eating when Dad announces that we'll be leaving in 10 minutes. I washed my plate, Mom grabbed her bag from their room, Dad went to our car with Jeremy and of course Bridget retouched her make up.

"Bridget, darling, isn't your make up too heavy for yah?" Dad finally asked. In our family Dad and Jeremy are the only ones to understand why I hate make up and Mom would just tolerate Bridget and her girly stuffs.

"No Dad trust me." Bridget said climbing at the backseat.

After half an hour, we arrived at our destination. We got out the car when Dad parked up. Bridget tagged along with Mom and I with Dad and Jeremy.