It takes about an hour to get done with Liam and Louis makeup and hair. Most of that time is devoted to getting their hair properly placed which takes a surprising amount of time considering how messy the end product is. Lou does most of the work with the hair as I watch on and pass her whatever equipment she needs.
During Liam’s turn in the makeup chair I watch Lou, noting each product she puts on his face and in what order. Liam seems very sweet and we talk lightly while Lou works on him. Louis also seems like a sweetheart but a bit more wild then Liam. Overall though both seem very… real. It surprises me a bit. They share the characteristics of boys that went to my secondary school, except they are far more attractive and smell a lot nicer. They have the same energy and personality of normal people. That’s just Liam and Louis though. I have yet to talk to Niall, Zayn, or Harry.
I’m still a little bit upset at them for staring at me but I have convinced myself it’s not a big deal and that they’ll get over it, more so I’m mad at Harry. He called me out in front of all the guys, tried to make me feel uncomfortable and couldn’t even try to be subtle.
I try to focus on the task at hand and do not give him the satisfaction of seeing that he’s getting to me despite how much I would like to turn around and stick my tongue out at him like a five year old child.
Lou was right. Doing the boys makeup is very simple. Their makeup is much easier than girls makeup which needs to be different or special. It really is just enhancing their already very attractive features. It feels more like retouching that actual makeup artistry.
“I’ve got four younger sisters. Charlotte, Fizzy, Phoebe and Daisy.” Louis tells me while I apply a bit of foundation to his cheeks trying to place just the right amount. Lou simultaneously works on his hair. “What about you? You got any sibling?”
“Nope,” I answer using the makeup brush and blending the powder into his skin, “Only child. I always wanted an older brother though.”
“What about your parents what do they do?” Louis asks curiously, simply trying to make conversation, I wince a little bit though.
I hate this question. Why are people always so interested in peoples parents? Parents are always a risky subject with people because you either love your parents or hate them. I take a deep breath and work on an answer, “Well my father is an author,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“Really?” Louis eyes light up a little bit and he sits up straighter in interest, “Has he written anything I would have read?”
“That you would have read? No. Probably not. Something that you would have heard a past girlfriend talking about maybe,” I try to explain, Louis doesn’t seem to understand though and raises an eyebrow for me to continue so I do, “He writes cheesy romance novels. Two of them have been made into movies.” I set down the foundation and inspect his face for any flaws I could have missed. I think I’m done and I think I actually did his makeup right.
“Which movies?” Lou wonders suddenly perking up from her work with Louis hair seeming very interested all of a sudden.
“Um,” I kind of don’t want to tell them but I do anyways, they’d most likely find out eventually “The Reason Why I Love You and Our Last Summer Together.” I answer uncomfortably.
Lou squeals in excitement while at the same time Louis let’s out a groan of disappointment. The two exchange glances and laugh slightly.
“Is The Reason Why I Love You the one about the guy who meets the girl in the airport and falls in love immediately but they go their separate ways believing they will never meet each other again and then like five years later he is going to get married to the airport girls best friend but then they realize their still in love and the guy breaks up with the best friend and gets with the airport girl but then the girl dies of cancer?” Louis wonders. I nod embarrassed. “Oh god, I had to go see that with a past girlfriend. No offense but it was awful. And I’m not against chick flicks either.”
