Hunger [H.S]

May (part 1)

The day of The Brits, Frankie was feeling extremely nervous, but Abi and Harry both did their best to calm her, and assured her that she would be fine. Harry had stayed the night at her place, and they would go to meet with the styling crew early. Abi was excited for them, and as they got ready to leave she hugged Frankie and whispered: "Knock 'em all dead, Franks." Frankie smiled and kissed Abi's cheek. 

The first thing she needed done was her hair. Shannon and Bella suggested that they keep the current style, but that the hair stylist cleaned it up a bit, cutting layers to even it out. Frankie was happy with that decision. Her bangs needed trimming, they were constantly getting into her eyes, and her lengths needed a trim. The stylist did a perfect job at fixing her wolf cut, so it framed her face beautifully, the layers not too different in length and the shine was back in her long waves. 

She looked through a lot of different makeup looks with Bella and Shannon, and they ended up going for a rock-chick smokey eye with a fake lash. It was quite a dramatic look, but it went really well with the overall look they were going for. Frankie almost didn't recognise herself in the mirror. She truly looked like someone you'd see on TV. 

"Ooh!" Bella exclaimed. "I nearly forgot!" She found a fake nose ring, she had picked out. "Try wearing this before you get the real deal," she handed it to Frankie, who put it in and admired herself in the mirror. 

Both Shannon and Bella agreed that it looked really good with her look, so she kept it in. 

Her legs were rubbed in an oil, that made her look shiny and tanned. She had her nails done with Pleasing nail polish, Harry's brand. She went for an iridescent black polish that went really well with the dress she was going to wear. 

When she was dressed and her shoes were on, Shannon took her to the mirror. "Do you see what I mean, Frankie? Your size doesn't make any difference. You are beautiful, sexy and cool." 

Frankie smiled shyly. "Thank you, Shannon. I feel really beautiful." 

"You are. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Let's go find your man," She took Frankie's arm and led her out to find Harry. 

He was dressed and styled, looking like a dream. His hair was perfectly done, his curls pure perfection. He was wearing a well-tailored, black Gucci suit and a black vest underneath. The vest was lowcut, so his swallow tattoos were visible. He wore all his signature jewellery and a pair of Adidas Gazelle shoes. He stood up when she came out, and was at a loss for words. He shook his head, and reached out for her. Frankie did a little twirl and walked over to him. She smiled and took his hands. "Wauw," he mouthed at her and she blushed. 

"A bit of an improvement huh?" She whispered as she hugged him. 

He looked into her eyes and shook his head. "You are perfect as you are, Frankie." He kissed her, and leaned his forehead against hers. "Thank you for doing this," he whispered. 

"You're welcome," she whispered and kissed him gently. 

Shannon came over and interrupted. "I'm so sorry you guys, but you're set to go now. And Frankie, we need to put your lipstick on. I figured it was best to wait," she chuckled and winked at Harry. He laughed and let them take over Frankie before they needed to go. 

"Oh I almost forgot," he said and produced a little box from his pocket. "This is for you, love." 

Frankie received the little box, and smiled at him. "Thank you," she said surprised. 

Harry smiled and nodded. "Open it," he said encouragingly. 

She opened the box and found a pretty, little golden bracelet with a heart pendant. There was something engraved on the pendant.