Cordelia Spencer is a waitress and local bar performer wanting to make it big so she can become a singer/song writer and move to California to start her new life and become the star that she wishes to be, but what will happen when one day she come's...
I am so unbelievably excited about going to the bar tonight, it's been so long and as of right now I'm sat in Gen's bedroom as she does my makeup, she said she wanted to 'make me look like Harry's whore tonight' which was fine with me, but now come to think of it all these old men are going to love me showing off some skin, I tend to always hide my body at the bar but not tonight.
She got me dressed up in a black velvet, lace dress, which I love.
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Obviously, I had to wear fishnets with it knowing exactly what this will do to Harry when he sees me and if I don't see his trousers tightening, I won't be impressed.
Niall is still acting really weird with me, he drove us both here with Louis and Niall just kept looking at me through his rear-view mirror, I don't know if I've done anything to upset him, Louis has assured me I've done nothing wrong multiple times, but something tells me there's something he isn't telling me.
They're currently both sat in the living room waiting for us to finish up getting ready before we head straight to the bar, Harry ended up texting me back happy that I'm going to the bar tonight and told me he would meet us there.
"Harry is going to lose his fucking shit" Gen says coming back from my face looking at the masterpiece she's putting together on my face, I giggle at her reaction and watch as she picks up a dark red lipstick, even though I don't usually wear any colour red has always been my colour.
Gen has used this lipstick on me many times before when we've gone to parties and I do really like it, I just don't trust myself to put it on myself.
"I hope he does; he usually looks impressed with how I look first thing in the morning, he looks at me with this look whenever I see him, I don't know how to explain it" I say shaking my head looking down at my fingers which she painted for me, red again.
I hear her kiss her teeth and look up at her "huh? A look hey? A look of love maybe?" she says placing her lipstick back down, I feel my face burn red and slap her arm quickly "don't say that shit" I say through short laughs shaking my head at her.
"It's not that" I assure her looking up at her through my eyelashes "okay then, what is this look like?" she laughs grabbing her mascara and continuing with my makeup, I blink against the brush and try to think of what to say next for her not to bring the word love up again.
"The only way to explain it is" I think for a second to earlier in the diner, the way Niall's whole mood changed as Gen came out of the kitchen, his whole body straightened out automatically and his eyes grew wide with excitement and just pure joy, the way Harry looks at me.
"He looks at me, how Niall looks at you" I say making her stop applying my mascara, she scoffs rolling her eyes and closing the lid back onto the tube "shut up Cordelia, Niall always looks at me the same, he's just a big puppy" she says trying her hardest to put all this back on me, I raise a brow at her and smile "exactly, the same way Harry looks at me" I say giggling as I watch her lips turn up at the corners.
