Emily's POV)
"You need to get up, Em! It's past midday!" Louis laughed as he brushed his teeth in front of the bed.
"No, I don't want to, I look fat," I complained and buried my face in a pillow. He went and spat out the toothpaste into the sink and came back and stood in front of the bed again.
"Emily, you don't look fat," he said sternly, and I furrowed my brow at him. "You're pregnant Em, and you look absolutely beautiful," he sighed and pulled me by the arm out of bed.
I made my body floppy and reluctantly walked around the room and decided what I should do first.
"How long do I have to get ready?" I asked him, still not sure on when we needed to be at Danielle's and the boys' house.
"Erm, around 4 and a half hours," Louis said and I tried to work out how long it would take me to get ready. I guessed around 3 hours, but I wasn't sure, so I started to get ready then.
I kissed Louis on the cheek and I traipsed into the bathroom and had a long shower, taking my time because I didn't want to rush. I eventually stepped out and wrapped the warm fluffy towel around my body, and walked back into the bedroom, where Louis was asleep on the bed.
"Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed and threw a pillow at him, laughing. He woke with a start, and guilt flashed across his face before he started laughing as well.
"What? It only takes me like 20 minutes to get ready, I can afford to sleep," he shrugged and closed his eyes again.
"I'm pregnant, I need my sleep," I tried to reason, but he just shook his head, his eyes still closed.
"You need to get ready. And judging by how long you usually take, you need to get ready now," he said with another shrug, and I threw another pillow at him, before putting on some underwear and a light dress to do my hair and makeup in.
I went downstairs and grabbed a chair from the dining room and dragged it into the ensuite and sat in front of the counter. I studied myself in the mirror and had absolutely no idea what to do with my hair. Of course, today of all days it had to be stubborn and not sit right. Ugh. I blow dried the parts that weren't fully dry yet, and slumped down in my chair, not having a clue what to do.
I eventually decided to just curl the lot of it, and that took bloody ages. I piled it all on top of my head, leaving a few ringlets around my face and neck, and secured it with what could have possibly been thousands of bobby pins. Okay, exaggeration, but I'm not going to have fun pulling them all out tomorrow. By the time I secured the last bobby pin, my hair actually looked really good. I was quite proud of it actually. I fastened a braided headband in front of the curls and started on my makeup.
I decided to go with a smoky eye, but started on the base first. I put on a primer and then two light coats of foundation. Then I moved to the eyes and blended some greys and blacks together to create a really nice smoky eye. I added a thin line of black eyeliner and flicked it at the ends, before coating my lashes in thick black mascara. To finish it all off, I added a coat of red lipstick and leaned back to take in my reflection. I was really pleased with what I'd done, and I smiled to myself. I checked the clock next to me to find we had 20 minutes before we had to leave.
I walked back into the bedroom to find Louis fastening a pair of braces to his pants and smiled to myself. That boy and his braces! They did look good though, I have to admit. Louis turned to me, and his eyes went big and his jaw dropped.
"What's wrong?" I asked, becoming instantly self conscious, and his face filled with a big smile.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," he breathed and walked closer to me, about to kiss me.
