Carter’s POV:
“You’re hurting me!” I say as Tanner curls my eyelashes delicately.
“Shh” she says shaking her head then applying a coat of liquid eyeliner slowly.
“That huuuurts!” I whine again as she does the same to my left eye.
“You’re annoying and shut up, you asked me to help you get ready and now I’m helping you so be quiet!” she scolds me and I laugh as she finished the final touches on my face full of makeup.
“Now look” she says stepping back. I stare at myself in the mirror and I smile. I don’t look like me I actually look happy. In a strange way after she covered up the bags and the lines from tears I looked – better.
Maybe she should do my makeup more often.
I pull down the short navy blue dress I borrow from Tanner and attempt to fix myself a little bit as we walk back into the dorm. Tanner shifts in her black dress then slips on her heels and I follow in her steps.
“I really need this tonight”
“I know” she says smiling and locking her arms in mine. We both walk out the door together and to Tanner’s car where we drive towards the frat house.
As we pull up the loud blaring music is heard from down the block, I open the passenger door and the wind whips into the car and Tanner shivers.
“We can still go home?” she offers.
“No, I need this. Remember?”
“I remember” she sighs.
We both step out onto the sidewalk and rush up the driveway towards the front of the frat house. I step closer to Tanner as we enter into the house; I was nervous that I might see Zayn or if by chance Niall is there.
“There are a lot of people here!” I shout into her ear and she nods.
“Can we leave?” I say to her and she shakes her head.
“You need this remember?”
“Not this bad” I laugh and she puts her finger up and then walks away. I stand awkwardly swaying back and forth to a remix of a song I’ve never heard until Tanner comes back with two red cups with her.
“Feel better!” she shouts and then pours her drink down her throat.
“I hope so” I do the same as Tanner and then she smiles at me.
“It’s not working!” I whine.
“Give it a minute” she says before grabbing my cup and stepping away for a second. I stand there still doing my awkward sway when I see Zayn standing next to Hannah from across the room; and I freeze and continue to stare at them.
“I brought you more presents!” she says and then she looks in the direction I’m looking and sees the sight I say and she frowns.
“I’m sorry” she mumbles and I shake my head then take the drinks from her and swallow every drop, the burning after taste hurts at first but eventually subsides.
“Better?”
“Better” I nod a few times. But my head can’t stop thinking about what Zayn and Hannah are saying; they’re probably making plans to go upstairs to his room and sleep together or something. I hate Hannah – I hate Zayn.
Zayn’s POV:
“I’ve missed you Zayn” Hannah says snaking her arm around my back and playing with the loop on my jeans.
