"Can you toss me that sweater over there?" I tied off my dark caramel colored braid with a hair tie. Lacey, my best friend, held up the sweater like it was a dead fish. Although I didn't exactly blame her, seeing as the bright pink sweater with tiny flowers on it was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life, I knew it would get me passed the front door.
"Please tell me you aren't wearing this to the party." She scrunches up her nose, handing me the ugly sweater. I roll my eyes, putting my arms through the sleeves.
"Of course not." I scoff. "But do you really think Liam would let me out of the house in this?" I motion to my outfit underneath the sweater. I was wearing a white spaghetti strapped flowy crop top, with a black pencil skirt, and black sandals. I put my black pumps in Lacey's bag so I could just switch out my shoes in the car. My outfit wasn't anything too showy, since we were just going to a typical house party, but Liam would still disapprove. She just shrugs. "Oh," I untwist the cap to my mascara. "And no matter what, do not mention the party to Liam. For one, he wouldn't let me go, considering Louis and Zayn are hosting it, and two, he would ask too many questions about it." I instruct Lacey. She looks at me with an "are you kidding me" look, but agrees anyways.
My brother is the most overprotective person on the planet. He's worse than my dad. Whenever I leave the house, he always has to know where I'm going, who is going to be there, why I am going, and blah blah blah. He's ridiculous. I felt like I had a security system attached to me. I know he is just trying to protect me but he often took it to another level, and I felt as if I was suffocating. I used to always give him honest answers about where I was going, but as I grew older and wiser, I learned that sometimes, what Liam didn't know, didn't hurt him. I often come up with a lame excuse for why I was leaving the house, and although he didn't believe me for the first couple of years I started lying to him, I learned to make myself believable.
Tonight, Lacey and I were "going to her house to study." As far as Liam knows, I take my grades very seriously. Which I do, but what Liam doesn't know, however, is that I'm kind of naturally smart, and studying is usually just a bonus for me. We made our way downstairs, where Liam was sitting on the couch watching tv. I walked to the kitchen where my mom was.
"I'm going to Lacey's and spending the night okay?" I wrapped my arms around her waist as she tried to make dinner. She nods.
"Call me if you need anything okay, Leah?" I smile and agree. I knew she wouldn't care too much. I've been friends with Lacey for almost my entire life, so my mom doesn't ask many questions when it comes to her. Before leaving the kitchen, I planted a small kiss on her cheek before leading Lacey to the front door, where I was met with my older brother.
"Where are you guys going?" He begins his interrogation. I already knew what I was going to say to him, since Lacey and I planned it ahead of time.
"I'm going over Lacey's to study, and I'm just going to sleep over." I roll my eyes.
"Study for what?" He doesn't seem very convinced. I almost said French, because it was the first thing that came to mind, but I remembered that I didn't take French.
"Spanish. I'm having trouble conjugating my verbs and Lacey is really good at it, so she promised to help me. And we have a test on Monday so unless you want me to fail..." I made up a lie right on the spot. Wow I'm getting good at this. Well, the test part wasn't actually part of the lie, because we really did have a test on Monday, but I just decided to throw it in the mix.
"Why do you look so dressed up if you are just going to Lacey's?" I groan at this question.
Liam Payne: fashion police and over protective security system by day and night! Order now! You'll never see your freedom again!
