I tend to psyche myself out when I’m trying to go for a simple, everyday makeup look. I’m so used to applying all kinds of heavy makeup (I learned originally from drag) that I often find it challenging to tone it all down. I think it turned out okay today though. :)
I stumble into the kitchen, 6am always seeming too early no matter
how many times I have to wake up at this hour. Harry is already dressed and
sitting at the kitchen counter on his laptop, hot cup of tea next to him.
Without a word, I walk up behind him, grab his cup and take a sip before
wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“G’morning, handsome,” I mumble against his shoulder.
“Mornin’, beautiful. You sleep well?” he asks, kissing my
forehead before continuing to read his emails.
“Mmmm, like a baby. Thanks for letting me stay last night,” I
answer, taking another sip of his tea.
“Get your own, you menace,” he laughs, grabbing the cup from
my hands and taking a sip. “Made a whole pot for the two of us,” he motions to
the cute blue tea pot his mom gave him when he moved into this flat as a little
reminder of home.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” I say as I pour myself a
I climb onto the stool next to him and lean against him,
resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes in peace as he types away.
“Why don’t you go back to bed if you’re still so sleepy?” he
“Can’t I’ve got work today. Need to leave in a half hour,” I
“You best get ready then, lovebug, don’t want to walk into
work looking like that, do you?” he jokes, laughing hysterically when I pretend
to be offended.
“I’ll have you know, Mr. Styles, that my coworker Max thinks
I look beautiful no matter how terrible I look when I walk into the office. At
least he’s nice to me!” I tease, pretend pouting.
“Oh does he now? Might need to have a word with him, eh? Let
him know this particular mess of frizzy hair and drool is all mine,” he
retorts, cupping my chin with one of his large hands and placing a gentle kiss
against the tip of my nose.
“I do not drool!” I protest.
“Tell that to the stains on my pillowcases,” he says.
“That’s all you, Harry! You’re the one drooling all over the
place all the time, mumbling in your sleep and all!”
“Never had those stains till you started staying over, love.”
“Whatever!” I say, actually slightly embarrassed at this
point as I take my tea and march into the bathroom to get ready for work.
Harry just laughs and goes back to his computer. I give an
exasperated sigh before I wash my face, brush my teeth, and put on a bit of
makeup. Just as I am combing through my ‘frizzy’ hair, Harry comes into the
bathroom. He settles behind me, hands on my hips, nose nuzzling into the crook
of my neck. He sways his hips a bit, bringing mine with his as he peppers
kisses on my shoulder.
“What do you want, Harry?” I ask, turning around in his arms
and leaning against the counter behind me.
“Just to see your pretty face, and ask if you wanted to meet
me at Ben’s today for lunch? I’m going to be around there for meetings today
and thought we could grab some coffee and food?”
“Hmmm, that sounds nice. I’ll see if I can have a longer
lunch break today.”
“It’s a date,” he chirps, pressing his soft raspberry lips
against mine quickly before walking away and heading off to work.
When it comes to makeup on the weekends, it is great to try something a little different, like a sparkly eye or a gorgeous red lip, especially if it is something you can’t get away with at school or the office, but sometimes you may prefer just to keep it simple. This makeup look is great for the weekends, brunch, and hanging out with your girlfriends it is glowy, understated and natural looking but still enhances your best features. Only the smallest amount of product (product, not products) is required to keep it looking soft and simple.