𝐀 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 (ᵃⁱᵈᵃⁿ ᵍᵃˡˡᵃᵍʰᵉʳ & ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ) ON PAUSE

*Part 9*

Y/N's POV:

Valentine's day.

It was today.

Fuck this.

I hate today.

Camila had told me to get ready. Aidan had planned something special for me today. I didn't care, I wanted to spend all of today in my room, either looking out the window, sleeping or reading. But of course, she said that he had worked for this pretty hard. Yeah, well I ain't gonna lie to his stubborn ass, it'll just be going to boost up his hopes of me actually falling for him, which right now and will always be ZERO. So, I woke up. Wanting to stay in bed, the maids come inside. They were each holding something. One was holding a large bag, the others small boxes.

"Arriba, señorita," the one holding the bag says.

"Nah, aca me quedo," I say. They frown at me, so I get up lazily. They grab me and immediately start stabbing makeup on my face, and scratching me while placing on a black dress, pulling my hair off, while burning it. I stared at the mirror.

My hair had gotten straightened. It looked nice and smooth. The dress was okay, but I felt that the makeup was too much. The fake eyelashes were too heavy and I struggled to keep my eyes open. 

They started admiring how "beautiful " I looked, though, with all the makeup on my face, I just felt fake. After a few minutes, they leave. 

I look down at Vanilla who was just staring at me. I pick her up, and she started sniffing my eyes, wanting to eat the eyelashes. I placed her back down, scolding her, though she just ran around back to her bed. I sigh, still staring at my reflection. 

Ugh, I need to get out of here, now.

Aidan's POV:

"No, bring it a bit higher!" I yell. The two guys holding up the decorations look at me confused, "No! Listen to what I'm saying! Chingada madre," I mutter to myself.

"Hey, calm down, compa," Noah says standing next to me with his arms folded looking up at the guys. He motions for them to fix the decorations.

"I want everything to be perfect, she deserves this and more," I say, as the guys change the position, to the way I wanted it to be. Camila walks towards us.

"She's ready," she says. I tell them to go get her while I made the final touches to it. Nervously I take a deep breath, before turning around. As soon as I look at her, she looked perfect. Older. Once she was close enough, I grip her hand realizing she was wearing the bracelet I had given her, and kiss her. She doesn't kiss back, but her eyes were wide open staring at the decorations.

"Wow," she says quietly.

"Do you like it?" I ask parting away from her.

"It's so beautiful," she says. I motion her to sit down. She seemed nervous and kept blinking a lot. She was probably not used to makeup. 

That's what I adored of her. 

She was so innocent and pure and wasn't like the other girls, placing tons of makeup on their faces. She was different, perfect just the way she was. 

I thought of asking the maids to remove it, but if they did she would look young again, and I wanted this to be mature. Y/N wasn't mature, she was too naive and stubborn. 

After our dinner and some conversations that usually were just me talking, I offered her some alcohol.

"I-I've never drunk before," she says.

"Try it," I pour some of it into a glass cup, handing it towards her. She grabs it but hesitates before taking a sip. Her eye twitches a bit at the sudden flavor, causing me to let out a short laugh.