Double Act (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Six: Party Time

Double Act - Chapter 46

~~ Lara's P.O.V ~~

My high heels landed on the floor with a loud thud, Liv not far behind me on the stairs, and legged it around the corner in to the lounge and crashing on to the couch in a protective foetal position. I pressed my face in to the cool leather and made myself as small as possible before sneaking a peak to see if Liv was there.

Within a millisecond of me lifting my face, a mascara brush poking me in the eye gave me my answer.

"Go away Liv!" I screeched, a little muffled by the couch.

I heard a frustrated sigh. "Come on, sissy, you can't go to Lou's party without makeup, cute boys will be there!"

I scowled, and sat up. "Liv, I have a boyfriend,"

She shrugged. "It's Louis Tomlinson, you could never hold him down for long," she said, like it was nothing.

"Thanks, Livvy!" I scoffed, rolling me eyes at her supportiveness. "I was going to let you put makeup on me then, but now," I stood and brushed down my dress. "You can bloody well piss off!"

She stamped her foot in annoyance. "You're so difficult! Stop adjusting your dress, La," she scorned lightly, pushed my arm lightly to emphasise her point. "You look beautiful, thanks to me, so just leave it. And hands off your hair! It took ages!" she added.

I narrowed my eyes. "Um... You did nothing to my hair, apart from spray gallons of hair spray on it, suffocating me in the process,"

"You haven't had an asthma attack in years," she brushed it off.

My eyes widened. "That's your argument? Honestly, I don't know why I live with you,"

"You love me," she said, very sure of herself. I tried to protest, but then just gave up. It would go on forever. One thing we had in common; our stubbornness.

I frowned down at myself, feeling very unstable in my shoes, before looking back up at my grinning sister.

"Are you sure about this?"

She nodded frantically. "Louis' eyes will just pop out,"

I bit my lip, and look down again. "Let's hope the same doesn't happen to Dylan," I mumbled to myself.

Remind me not to mumble things that I don't want Liv to hear with Liv in the room.

"You what?"

"I said-"

"Dylan's going to be there?"

"Well... actually, he's going to be here. To pick me up in 10 minutes," I said as quickly as I could, rubbing at the back of my neck with my hand and looking anywhere but at my sister.

Her jaw drop was audible from where I was standing. "You're kidding me,"

I laughed nervously. "Unfortunately not,"

"Louis' okay with it?"

"He... he's just about okay with him coming..."

She folded her arms sternly. "And about him picking you up?"

Despite my efforts, my cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. "Um... not quite..."

"Not quite?"

"He doesn't know,"

Then the bomb exploded. Right in my face.

"Lara! Do you realise that Louis will murder Dylan even more than he already was going to?" she cried, gripping at her hair in anguish. "I don't like Dylan, god knows I don't, but I don't want to see him dead. You'd better hope that Louis loves you enough not to tear him limb from limb when you guys walk in! You are a stupid girl," she scorned, obviously disappointed in my actions.