GAME ON (A N.H Story)

Chapter 15

Hayley POV

"Hey Ava, I was hoping you could do some trick on me? You know, the makeup and hair stuff." I held the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I struggled to paint my toe nails.

I could tell she was amused by the way there was a long pause on the phone. I usually don't ask for those stuff.

Okay, never.

But the thing is, as much as I hate those stuff, I have to make myself presentable later this evening at dad's engagement party.

"Oh, I never thought this day would come!" Ava gasped, exaggerating her enthusiasm "Hayley Gray, asking Ava Lockwood for makeup! "

Then, there was another pause.

"Wait, what is it? Blondie asked you out?" I could feel her rolling her eyes.

Oh, I wish.

Wait. no. You don't

Do I?

I sighed. "No, nothing like that. Well, kind of."

Ava sighed in exasperation, "Just spill already."

Closing the cap of the nail polish bottle, I spoke nonchalantly, almost too calm. Like a robot.

I don't know how many times I rehearsed this line.

"It's dad's engagement party this evening. I have to look pretty. I have to be there with Niall. Fake, of course. For the cameras. As a couple." I couldn't help but scrunch up my face at the word.

Fake.

"Oh." I could literally feel Ava's sympathy.

"On the bright side, there will be great food!" I said, more to myself. I let out a relieved sigh. Well at least there's something to look forward to.

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There was a knock on my door. I closed my eyes - which by the way was hurting and swollen from the lack of sleep last night, after the encounter with Niall, and fell on my bed, very much exhausted.

"Come in." My voice came out muffled. There was some rustling sound, before a voice way too perky and cheerful was heard.

"Hey guuuuuurl! Lookie what I brought for you!"

I turned slightly to get a slight peek at the stuff coming out of her huge, and I mean huge makeup bag. Ava layed all the materials out on my bed, and it was endless.

Seriously, how much makeup can a girl have?

She had a somewhat confident and proud expression as she said all the stuff, rearranging them so they were neatly placed in a row. On my bed.

I grumbled and turned back to face the sheet of my bed, now desperately wanting to go back to sleep.

"-and this is a small shadow brush, this one a sponge shadow brush, angle shadow brush, fan brush, small shadow brush, concealer br-" It was a good 10 seconds before the talking stopped, and I could feel her glare all the way to my bones. I shuddered slightly.