Hot mess (A Luke Evans FanFiction)

Chapter Four

Georgia

We headed back to Gabrielle's house and as I waited for the girls to get ready, I was curled up on the sofa, with several gossip magazines littered nearby me on the small, glass coffee table. I had picked one up and begun to read the latest one that spotlighted all of the celebrities. A sceptical thought came to mind, leaving me to wonder if half the stories were true. I personally wasn't one for doing interviews. "What do you think?" Billie asked as she walked into the room. I glanced at her and noticed that she was wearing a turtle-neck, green dress that looked, suffice to say, horrible. "You can't be serious about going out in that? I wouldn't even put my imaginary pet dog in that. I wouldn't even use it as a dish cloth. It's that ugly" I asked and raised an thin eyebrow at her dress choice. "Well, help me pick something then" she pleaded, her big, bright eyes looked similar to the iconic 'puppy-dog eyes' that everyone knew about. I got up from my seat on the sofa and headed upstairs to the bedroom, only to notice that scattered on the bed was a selection of clothes that I assumed Billie had laid out. One was a black, off-the-shoulder, skater-dress, another a red, three-quarter sleeved, curved at the hem dress and lastly, a strapless, light pink mini-dress. "This one" I said and picked up the black dress. She sighed lightly, took it from me and started to get changed. We were used to getting changed in front of one another, so it didn't really bother me. Gabrielle came into the room, clad in a red Maxi dress. It was simple but she had added a black belt at the waist to make the two colours give off a dramatic flair to her ensemble. In her hand, she held another dress by its coat hanger. "This is for you, G" she smiled. The dress in question was a beautiful, white laced dress that finished just above the knee and had three-quarter length sleeves to it.

"I don't feel like going out" I admitted in a quiet voice. I don't think anyone would want to particularly go out after catching their boyfriend in bed with someone else. I had really thought that he was the one. Now, I felt as though the last three years of my life with Dan had been a complete waste of time and effort. "Nope, you're coming out, and that's final" Billie cried after she had finished changing outfits. She then forced me to sit down on her bed. "Gabby, you do her make-up. I'll do her hair" Billie announced to which, at that point, I realized that there was no way that I was going to be able to get out of this. It was with a small sigh that I let them attack me with their brushes and curlers. Gabby only put a little bit of make-up on my face. As models, we had make-up on our faces most of the time. It was nice every once in a while to tone it down. Billie had styled my hair into loose curls before spraying them to lock in the look.

Once we were ready, we hit the hottest spots that were located in central London. Billie brought the first couple of rounds whilst we were pointing out all the other famous people that we knew and had heard of. "Oh my god!" Billie said and pointed to someone that couldn't have been more than five feet away from the three of us. "Over there, it's Luke Evans with Jay Cory!" We all looked in the direction that she had pointed in. It was true. Stood in near enough the middle of the room was Luke looking smart in what I could only describe as smart-causal wear. "Can we go to the next bar?" I asked as I tore my eyes away from Luke in favour to looking at Gabby. They both looked at me oddly but agreed nonetheless and with that, we hit the next bar. I did shot after shot whilst Billie had gotten on top of a table and was dancing with Gabby. It had hit me whilst I was drinking all my troubles away that I needed to go and pick up my stuff from the hotel. I left the girls in the bar; they looked like they were enjoying themselves and I just couldn't get into the right frame of mind. I headed back the hotel, surrounded in nothing by solitude. I still had a key to the room and with that, I let myself in. Upon entering the hotel room, I heard the noise of the shower's faucet spray water. I assumed it was Dan; I quietly marched into the bedroom, grabbed my suitcase from underneath the bed.