My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

You look like a model.

You look like a model.

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Liliana's P.O.V.

"I can't believe two 17-year olds beat up twelve guys." Liam said. "Now, how do I say this..."

"Say what?" Liliana asked.

"I may have neglected to mention that we're supposed to make an appearance on Alan Carr: Chatty Man later on tonight..." he said.

"What?!" the rest of the guys yelled.

"And the ladies have also been asked to make an appearance." Liam winced.

"No way." I said. "I don't do live television."

"The aspiring actress?" Zayn mocked.

"You're his girlfriend." Liam said, jabbing his thumb towards Niall. "You don't have a choice."

I groaned loudly. Jasmine turned to me looking excited.

"What are you going to wear?!" she asked me.

"I dunno, jeans?" I replied, shrugging.

"Hell no." she sassed.

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"Why do I have to wear this?" I whined.

"What do you mean?! It looks gorgeous! You look like a movie star!" Jasmine gushed. She had managed to talk me into wearing a ruched, red minidress and a pair of black, suede barely-there heels.

"I would've been fine in jeans." I huffed. I looked at her strapless, A-line, lilac minidress and white platform sandal-heels.

"Admit it! You look good!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, maybe a little." I giggled, looking in the mirror. "I think that you would look better with your hair up."

"Really? Okay!" Jasmine chirped. "Can you help? I want a ponytail so high and tight; it gives me a headache."

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"Finally, you're ready." Zayn whined as Jasmine and I walked into the living room.

"And yet, you're the one with bedhead." I commented. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his hair.

"My hair isn't messy." He replied, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Keep going and it will be." I growled threateningly.

"Guys!" Jasmine whined loudly. "I'm already a tardy curse. We're going to be late!"

The rest of the guys turned and stared at us.

"Seriously?! What is it?!" I snapped at them, getting angry that they weren't getting ready to leave.

"Have you ever considered modelling?" Liam asked me.

"Not really." I answered. "Why?"

"Because you look like one." He told me, smiling sheepishly. Is he flirting with me?

"Shut up." I giggled.

"And you." Harry said, walking over to Jasmine. "Look incredible."

She giggled and began to walk to the door. "Come on, curly, you got better plans?" she giggled, motioning that it was time to leave.

"There are a few things I'd like to do instead." He flirted suggestively, following her out the door.

"Gross, guys." I shuddered, looking at Liam. He, too, pulled a face of disgust, before shaking his head and laughing. He motioned for me to walk before him, and we left.

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