Mind Of Mine Imagines

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Your POV

Its been a quiet two weeks. I've been thinking about really stupid and immature things going on in my relationship and sadly I've convinced myself of them.

The typical 'Zayn could've picked any other girl in the world to be with yet here he is with me'.
And I truly believe it because it's 100% true.

I all of a sudden feel like I should have to try harder in my appearance.
I'm the kind of girl that'll wake up at eleven and think there's nothing to accomplish anymore since it's so late, throw on sweatpants and watch murder mysteries.

I wish I was born a complete beauty guru. I wish I was the type of girl to wake up, shower and apply makeup with energy and a smile on my face. But I'm not, but slowly I desire that personality more and more.
But I'll try my hardest tonight.

Zayn's friend, Michael invited us to his apartment for a party. My friend, Sam is tagging along and by the way, she knows all about everything that's been happening.
Zayn has been out with his friends since this morning and it doesn't bother me because he needs his guy time and I need my alone time.

My phone rings and I pick it up.
"Hey, Sam." I begin while preparing my makeup sets.

"Hey, y/n. Just wanted to tell you that I'll be over in ten, also I'm hungry."
I chuckle in response and hang up before going to the kitchen and fixing up a plate of sandwiches and chips.
The doorbell rings fifteen minutes later and I run to the door.

"Some celebratory drinks" she smiles and sets two bottles of wine onto the table.

After our snacks, we skip up the stairs and start getting ready.
"Sam, be honest. You haven't exactly given me your opinion on this whole image change." I ask nervously. What can I say? I'm also the type that needs a second opinion.

"Listen, I do think it's really typical. I wouldve talked to him. This all seems like when Sandy in Grease changed for Danny. I think it's pretty dumb and that  girls in general shouldn't have to worry about their appearance to impress guys. But, if this makes you happy, I fully support you."

A smile takes over my face and my hands begin to sweat just a bit.
"Let's get to it." I take a deep breath and let Sam do her magic.

About thirty minutes later, Sam spins my chair around towards the mirror.
My face is completely covered in powder and neutral colors.
Naturally, my heart says that this is wrong and that this isn't me but my head says no, do it.

My eyelids are gold and heavy black eyeliner finished it off. My cheeks were slightly pink and my lips were lined with a slightly darker shade than my natural lip color.

"I like it." I finally say.
It looks good, It does, I do. But, I can't help but feel like a completely different person, and I'm not fond of it.

My dress was beautiful for someone who liked to show more skin than I do but I'll wear it anyway.
It's a very fitting white dress with off the shoulder straps.

I pull it on carefully not wanting to ruin my makeup and turn to the mirror again. I sigh deeply and stare at my figure. If I end up wanting to, I could get used to this. I'll never know if I don't try.

I smoothen the wrinkles out and turn to face Sam who's already dolled up in her strapless black dress.
She smiles but I see her eyes drop behind her grin.

"He'll love it." She finally mutters and grabs her bag.
"I'll call him," I grab my bag and pluck out my phone to dial his number.
"Hey babe," he picks up, "what's up?"

"We're ready to go, in how long will you be here?" I ask and tap my foot against the wood floor desperately.
"I can be there in ten, alright?"

"Okay, love you" I respond and grab my watch from the counter.