The Makeover (One Direction)

Cheaters Never Win

Sorry it took me so long to update, but I finally did! Please comment and vote! Leave any suggestions below :) Enjoy! -Nat

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Alexa's POV

"Are you sure they're gonna be there?" Harry asks, his voice uneasy. I adjust the phone between my ear and shoulder, hopping off my comfortable bed. Stumbling towards my closet, I search for an outfit to wear.

"Positive," I reassure him confidently. Every Wednesday morning, Liz goes to the ice cream parlor. It was a tradition that her and her mother did before she passed away. Liz kept the tradition going, as a vow to her mother. Since Justin and Liz have a secret thing now, there was no doubt that she wasn't taking him. So, I devised a plan for me and Harry to "randomly" bump into them and get them to confess.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," Harry says before ending the call. I toss my cell phone on my bed and continue to search for an outfit.

I decide on a dark-colored floral tube top with a high-waist red skirt. I slip into my outfit, my nude flats coming on next. I had done my hair and makeup earlier; natural makeup and loose curls done in a half-up, half-down style. Grabbing my white Michael Kors handbag, I drop my phone and lipstick in.

A loud horn beeps from outside, causing me to hurry down the steps and through the front door. I spot Harry's black Audi in the driveway. Strolling to the passenger seat, I open the door and slide in.

"Hey," I greet Harry as I my seat belt clicks into place.

"Hey," he replies, his lovely British accent as strong as ever. He pulls out of the driveway and speeds down the road. His large hands firmly grasp the steering wheel while his eyes focus on the traffic ahead. I use this time to fully take in his appearance. He wore a white long-sleeve button-up tee and dark jeans. Black Converse hugged his feet.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Harry says cockily. A smirk spreads across his face. I look away, heat spreading all over my face.

*

Once we arrive at the ice cream parlor, we stand in line for our ice cream. The parlor was small and cozy with a few booths in the back and a small line in the front.

"Next," the lady behind the counter called. We moved up in line, ready to order.

"Can I have a vanilla cone dipped in cherry?" I order politely.

"Is that any good?" Harry quietly asks me, unsure of what to order.

"Very good," I tell him.

"I'll have the same," he says kindly to the cashier. A few minutes later, she comes out with our cones. Harry pulls out his wallet and hands the lady a ten dollar bill.

"Keep the change," Harry says before slipping his wallet back in his pocket.

"Oh, why thank you," the cashier gushes, handing us our dipped cones. We walk away from the counter, scoping the area for Justin and Liz.

"Over there," I say to Harry, using my free hand to point at the booth in the back where the secret couple sat. They were talking to each other while eating their sundaes. We nonchalantly stroll to the booth.

"Oh hey guys, what a surprise to see you here!"

Liz's POV

My mouth falls open, sending my jaw to the floor. Harry and Alexa caught me and Justin on a date... awkward. How did she find out?!

A devilish grin is plastered on their faces, a glint of excitement in their eyes. I quickly shut my mouth, recovering with a fake smile. I glance over at Justin. He ruffles his blond hair as he checks out Alexa.

"Hey! What brings you here?" I ask, trying to calm my nerves by taking a spoonful from my sundae.

"Harry and I were hanging out and we decided to get ice cream," Alexa beams. "Mind if we sit with you guys?"

"Sure," I say through gritted teeth.

Great. Now she ruined Justin and I's date.

I scoot over in the booth, making room for Alexa. Justin does the same for Harry. They both slide in, beginning to eat their cones.

"How ya doin' man?" Justin says to Harry.

"Good," Harry replies, his British accent contrasting from Justin's American one.

"So, what brings you and Justin here?" Alexa asks, her eyes piercing through my green ones.

"It was my idea," Justin confesses. "I wanted to get to know my girlfriend's best friend better." He sends Alexa a convincing smile.

"So, the fair and Chipotle wasn't enough?" Alexa fires back, her eyebrows furrowed. Justin looks my way, gobsmacked. I silently beg him to say something clever back to her. When he doesn't say anything, Alexa smiles in victory.

"You seem to be getting cozy with Harry," I point out, attempting to wipe that smile off her face. Much to my surprise, her expression stays the same.

"I would say the same thing about you and Justin," she says, licking her ice cream. The boys remain silent as I glare at her.

"That's none of your business," I sneer. Who does she think she is?!

"It actually is my business considering Justin is my boyfriend," she says, her eyebrows pointed up. "And I don't appreciate what you guys are doing behind my back."

I allow my jaw to fall open.

How does she know?!

"We're not doing anything," I manage to say. "Right, Justin?"

All eyes stare at Justin, waiting for his answer. He gulps, his adamsapple bobbing one brief time. With a swift nod, his sparkling brown eyes land on Alexa, who remains unconvinced.

Shit.

Alexa's POV

I scoff at Justin and Liz's terrible acting. If you're gonna lie, at least do it right.

An awkward silence passes over us while we return to eating our ice cream. I rest my elbow on the table, my head leaning on my hand. I roll my eyes towards Liz, who's nervously blinking her eyes at everyone in the booth.

"So Liz, how was the sex?" I ask, a smirk shaping my glossed lips. Her cheeks heat up into a rosy blush. "You know, Justin and I were almost ready for that step. But you beat me to it."

"Well, it was great," Liz admits, her sudden confidence taking me by surprise. A grin plays upon her lips.

She's toying with you. Don't let her get to you.

I take a deep breath, trying to control my anger.

"She's great in bed," Justin comments.

This comment tips me over the edge. Tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, I slowly rise from the booth. Grabbing Harry and I's unfinished cones, I simultaneously crush them onto my ex boyfriend and ex best friend's heads. Liz gasps, her wide eyes staring at me in utter disbelief. Justin tries to rid his hair of the cone bits.

"Have a nice life together." And with that, I grab Harry's large hand, pulling him out of the booth. Ignoring the butterflies erupting in my stomach, we storm out of the parlor.