Rock Me(A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 28 Makeover.

You groan and hit the snooze button on your alarm. 8:20 already, how is that even possible. You had 40 minutes to get to your image change appointment. You sigh and pull yourself out of bed. Your heart longs for Niall knowing only he could make you feel better but you respect his wishes for space, and you get ready quietly. You write a note saying you have an appointment then grab your phone, leaving your bedroom. You grab the keys and set the note down, then drive to your appointment. You follow the directions and it they lead you to a salon in the middle of nowhere. You walk in and hear your flip flops clonking along the marble floor. You ring the bell on the white counter and wait. Finally a professionally dressed woman comes out. “You must be _____,” she says looking you over. You nod. She motions you to follow her and you walk behind her past dimply lit salon booths where other vaguely familiar faces are pampering themselves. “We had to squeeze you in. Modest demanded you have the best, so the best is exactly what you’ll get. Mademoiselle Clarion will be in charge of your styling. Here we are,” she says motioning to a slightly open door. You walk into a massive sized room and sit down on the plush sofa, waiting for the stylist. Finally you see a curvy woman with pout lips bigger than Angelina Jolie’s. “Right then, let’s get started.” She pulls your hair up into a bun and takes off all your jewelry, then she tells you to go into the other room and change out of your clothes and into a smock. When you come out you see the stylist prepping a hand and foot bath. You hear the stylist calling in her other assistants. All of them look generic like her except a girl that looks about your age. She has her hair softly falling in wisps around her face. Her eyes are bright and her smile is warm as she sees you before going in a separate part of the room. You feel someone grab onto your hands and feet plunging them under the warm water. Then your chair leans back as four people examine your face. You hear them murmur things and someone pulls out their phone saying they need a dentist and an optometrist immediately. Soon you see a dentist come into your vision and you feel a needle prick your arm before everything starts to go fuzzy. *2.5 hours later* Your eyes slowly flutter open and you look around blinking. You’re lying on some sort of cushioned bed. You try to focus your eyes but everything is all blurry. You groan and you see a blur come into your field of vision. You recognize the bright colored shirt from earlier. It’s the girl that had smiled at you earlier. “Hey, can you see me,” she asks quietly. “It’s blurry. Really blurry.” “Yeah, that’s normal. The dye is still settling in.” “Dye,” you ask confused. “Yeah, it’s this recently breaking technology where they can dye your eyes a different color,” she says excitedly. “Wait, what color are my eyes now?” You hear her about to answer but then she shushes you and runs over to her spot. You look over as your vision starts to get sharper and you see the stylist walking towards you. “I see you’ve met Annabelle, the intern,” she says annoyed. “Get up, we are nowhere near finished with you. You’re hideous. We have tons of work to do. Firstly, we will be picking out your wardrobe and then once we find your style we will send a year supply of day clothes, night clothes, party clothes, clothes for outings, clothes for off time, clothes for pretty much everything. If you need any other custom combinations our office is available at all times for our VIP customers like you.” You follow her to a huge stockroom and pick out a floral shirt. “Oh no no no no,” she says shaking her head, “no florals for you. You are a solid.” “Oh,” you say ashamed. She guides you to an area that looks all around extremely boring and pulls out white skinny jeans and a denim Hollister button down. Not bad, you had to admit. “Here, this is what you’ll wear today.” You look at the size of the jeans and you almost drop them in shock. They are at least 2 sizes too small. “Uhm these are too small,” you murmur quietly. “Oh don’t worry, they won’t be after surgery.” “Surgery,” you almost scream. “Just a nip and tuck there, no big deal,” she says waving you off. “When exactly am I getting this surgery,” you say worriedly. “Oh in about an hour.” Your eyes widen in shock. You almost protest but then realize it’s no use. You’re under contract. Mademoiselle Clarion continues to pick out clothing and you see variations pile up. “Now, we will be picking your variations of makeup. Sit down.” She pulls out all kinds of make up and starts experimenting until finally after 45 minutes she has the perfect color combination. She packs the makeup into a bag. “We also be sending you an endless supply of these as well. You must wear this at all times when seen out. Got it?” You nod. “Good, now off to surgery you go,” she says leading you even further into the building. You go into a small room and lay down on the cot. You see a group of people come in and you tense up at the tools they bring with them. “Just relax,” you hear someone say before you feel a pinch in your arm and the world around you grows fuzzy once again. *3 Hours Later* You open your eyes slowly letting the light filter into your vision. You see the girl from earlier and you try to remember her name. Ann…ann…Annabelle… that’s what it was. She’s smiling down on you and you look at her strangely. “You look superb.” “What time is it,” you ask. “About 2:30 in the afternoon.” “What?! Oh my God. How has it been that long?” “That’s how these things work,” she says shrugging. “So now we just have hair, and then I’ll be driving you home.” “Oh…” you say. “Yeah, you won’t be driving today or tomorrow because you’re still a little loopy and your balance might be off.” “Okay,” you say as she helps you up. “How you feeling.” “Fine,” you say following her back into your room. Mademoiselle Clarion comes in and calls other stylist as they start on your hair. *1 hour later* Finally you are order to get dressed and you grab the white jeans skeptically. There’s no way these tiny things are gonna fit. You slowly pull them over your ankles and up until you realize you have them pulled all the way up. No way! No freaking way! They fit! You smile and pull on the denim shirt. You put on the other accessories and walk out. You hear a gasp and see Annabelle gawking at you. “You’re a babe,” she says laughing. You finally see a simple floor length mirror and you run to it. Your jaw drops open and you gasp thinking you must be seeing things. You hair is like copper. Your dark brown hair is barely noticeable underneath all the red and blonde tones. You touch it unable to decide if it’s really yours are not. You look at your eyes. Blue. Crystal Blue. “What. The. Fu—“ “Shhhh, Clarion will hear you.” “This is all wrong. This isn’t me. What even is this. I want my hair back. I want my eyes back.” “Okay, look the eye color is gorgeous so don’t sweat it, but the hair. Yeah I get it, the hair is a bit much. Take a bunch of showers it’ll tone it down and you get a chocolate brown. That’s what the color is really supposed to be. We have to make it a lot more drastic so it’ll permanently stay the brown we want. Don’t even worry about it.” “I want it gone. Now.” “Okay, okay relax. We’ll take you back to the hair basin and wash it a few times. Okay?” You nod and follow her over. She washes it with shampoo about 10 times before she finally towel dries your hair and combs it out. Now check it out, love,” she says softly. You close your eyes and reach out your hands so that she can lead you over to the mirror. You walk over and she drops your hands. You slowly open your eyes and you feel yourself smiles. Your hair is beautiful. Flowing like silk down your back. It now is a beautiful chocolate with a few lighter streaks flowing out in with it. “It’s perfect,” you hear Annabelle say and you have to agree. It really is perfect. You finally realize how white your teeth are and how straight they are. “Wow, they really fixed everything,” you say. Annabelle laughs. “Just don’t forget the real you. That’s the girl you can always count on. Look I know we barely know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m a text away,” she says handing you a crumbled piece of paper. “Thanks,” you say smiling at her. “Alright, kiddo, let’s get you home, it’s really late, you must be starving.” “Oh that reminds me,” you hear Mademoiselle Clarion say from the corner. “Start taking these a week from today,” she says handing you a bottle of pills. “Weight loss pills,” you ask confused. “Lypo only goes so far, hon. IF you want to keep the weight off, these are your new best friends. Got it?” “Uh okay,” you say shoving the pills in your new bag. Annabelle looks at you. “Ready?” “Yeah, definitely.” You follow her out into the lobby and she hands you some sun glasses. “Here, you’re gonna need these.” You look at her confused. “The eye dye,” she says. “Oh, right,” you say slipping them on. You give her directions to the flat and she speeds off. You pull into the driveway and sigh eating the last of your grilled cheese. “Thanks so much for everything,” you say to Annabelle. She smiles. “No problem, you take care of yourself, and call me when you’re free. We should totally hang!” “Absolutely,” you smile and get out. “Oh by the way, you’re car will be here tomorrow morning.” “Oh great, thanks!” You walk up to the front door and watch as Anna drives away. You sigh nervously wondering what the guys will think. ‘Oh well, it’s now or never,’ you think to yourself turning the handle slowly…