A Clash in Styles: Chapter Twenty

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Becca

            

As the make up artists and stylists shut the door behind them Becca remained frozen in front of the girl staring back from the full-length mirror. She was beautiful, confident, lovely, everything Becca never realized she wanted to be.  Running her hands across the pink, satin bodice she let her eyes wander down the flowing tulle fabric as hit the floor, hiding her cast and cascaded into a black sparkling train behind her. Tucking her hair behind her ear with every kind of piercing she smiled at the girl behind the glass, admiring her flawless face. If it hadn’t of been for her tattoos Becca wouldn’t have believed it was her.

            

*Knock, knock, knock

            

“Yeah?”

            

“I come bearing gifts!” The sound of Zayn’s voice brought her back from her vain thoughts. “Can I come in?”

            

“It’s open!” She hollered.

            

Before the words slipped from her mouth the door flung open. “God I thought they’d never…” He stood there, one hand on the doorknob, immobilized. Through the mirror she could see his eyes widen as he swallowed hard.

            

“You okay there?” she asked with a smile.

            

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just…” She saw a side of him she had heard of, but never had the pleasure of experiencing. Zayn was shy. Looking at the ground his cheeks reddened against his clean-shaven face.

            

“Hey,” she tugged at his finger. “Don’t make this weirder than it already is.”

            

Finally bringing himself to look up he smiled. “Bec, you’re…”

            

“Pretty?”

            

“No. You’ve always been pretty.” They stood in front of the mirror silently acknowledging what everyone else saw for the first time. Zayn in his designer suit, Becca in her dress, Zecky looked amazing together.

            

“We look kind of perfect, huh?” she whispered.

            

“I think that’s what they were going for when they bought the outfits. Bec…you’re beautiful.” His smile shone through his eyes as the looked at her through the glass.

            

“Oh god, you’re gonna make be puke.” She exclaimed rolling her eyes. 

            

Nostrils flaring Zayn shook his head. “Yup. You’re still in there!”

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