One day

Part 7 ~ The Rebels

**The dress she is wearing is in the pic above :)

I wake up to the sound of the door bell going off.

My head is pounding and I look next to me to see a sleepy Louis opening his eyes.

"I'll get it." I grumble as I force myself off the couch and to the front door.

I open the door to reveal a tall, dark, mysterious boy. He looks at me with wide eyes and silver stuck into his face.

Oh wait, it's just Zayn.

Without saying a word Zayn pushes past me and into Louis' flat.

I follow him, curious as to what he's up to. I see he has a bag his hands.

He places the object onto the kitchen counter and sighs.

"I've gotten my sister to go out and buy you a dress, she's also put some makeup in there that you can use."

I stare at him questioning why he would do this.

"If you are to be my fake girlfriend and if you enter the Rebels as a girl you must blend in by looking like a whore, just like most of the girls there."

I roll my eyes and un zip the bag pulling out the dress.

I reveal a small black dress with some foundation, mascara and lipstick packed next to it. Along with a hair straightener.

Zayn hands me a pair of black heels and winks at me.

Louis stumbles up and off of the couch half asleep and nods at Zayn greeting him.

I look at the dress and back to Zayn, there is no way in seven hells I am wearing that dress, it's small enough to be a shirt.

"I'm not wearing this." I protest.

I can't even remember the last time I wore heels, or wore make up for that matter.

"You are wearing it, I will force it on you if that's what it will take."

I sigh, I know he's right. I have to wear it. I just have to keep reminding myself: this is for the cafe.

With my mind set I take this crap to the bathroom.

I walk into the room and shut the door.

I look at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is flying in every direction on my head, my eyes are all puffy from just waking up, I look pale, and I have dribble down my chin. Damn I look good.

I giggle to myself and I grab a cloth from under the sink and wash my face. I then brush my teeth and comb my hair. After that I apply some makeup and straighten my hair.

After agreeing to myself that my makeup doesn't make me look like a complete clown I pick up the dress and slip it on.

I was right, it is a shirt. I have to remind myself not to bend over or everyone will see my world famous pink spotty underwear.

I look at my chest, flat. I sigh and look into the bag that Zayn brought over, there are some other things in here that his sister probably added.

I see a black g-string and a black push up bra.

I roll my eyes. I love Zayn's sisters but maybe the g-string is a bit to much. I decide to try on the push up bra though.

Once I have my dress back on I look into the mirror for any last adjustments. I quickly pat down my hair and apply a dab more mascara then I open the bathroom door and find two boys standing around the kitchen talking about God knows what but it sounds boring.