Taken By Five Murderers (A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION)

Makeover?

"Violet?" A soft voice rings through the darkness, and I recognize it as Niall. Liam had come in earlier and thrown a fit that I didn't take one bite or drink even one sip. He didn't actually do anything, though. He just said he would come back later and try again. I remained in my bed, my emotions coming and going. At the moment I felt numb. "Violet are you awake?" Nothing compels me to move or make any effort, so I just lay there. "I'm turning on the light." With the that, my dark room is illuminated and I hide underneath the covers. "Get up." A cold breeze finds its way to me, and I realize it's because Niall had taken my covers off.

"Mm?" I grumble, looking at his with a slight glare. What do you want? He stares at me. My ratted hair, my bags, my chewed nails and lip. I definitely looked like someone different. He blinks a couple times. I sigh in annoyance and turn my head back to the wall. The only picture in my room resided there; a post card of Mexico. Liam had found it in my old room and put it at eye level on the wall from where I lay down- because I stared at that spot all the time. I decided not to tell him it makes me feel worse, knowing I could never go back there. That it was a good time in my past I would never have again, even though we were supposed to go on a trip to Mexico next year. But now my parents were dead. I would never get to have another family trip with them.

"You look ... Bad." Niall says straight up, and I internally roll my eyes. Of course I looked bad. "Hey, I know what to do. Be right back!" He jumps up, running out. I can hear his stomps get quieter as he runs down the hallway. My hands grab my covers again, and pull them above my head. I wish these people would just leave me alone. What use was I to them? So far they've asked for nothing more than simple house chores. That couldn't be it. "I'm back!" I hear the door open and close. The covers are once again thrown off of me.

"Niall-" I stop, and scrunch up my nose when I see my makeup bag, my brush, and some other things. "What is this?" Niall grabs my brush first, holding it up like it is a treasure.

"This is a makeover! I'll do your hair and your makeup." He smiles, then looks down and points to wipes. "I also grabbed makeup wipes because I'll probably mess up a lot." I give him an almost disgusted look, but I mostly just stare at him in disbelief. "Come and let me brush your locks." I don't move, and instead shove my face into my pillow. I don't want to deal with this right now. Niall grunts, and climbs onto the bed, grabbing my hair and pulling me up gently. "Do it or I'll tell zayn." I immediately sit up, glaring at the Irish boy. He smiles. "Turn." I do so, leaving my back facing towards him. He begins to brush my hair, and I wince at the knots.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask quietly, listening to his breath as he concentrates on my hair. He works out some knots in a spot before answering.

"Because I'm bored, and you're a girl. I can't exactly ask Harry if I can do his makeup. Plus, I hate seeing you so depressed..." He admits, finishing off the rest of my tangles. I look down at my hands in my lap, and play with my thunmbs. He remains quiet, expecting an answer. He doesn't receive one, and sighs. "You weren't this bad the day of or even the few days after your parents died. That threw me off, to be honest. I was wondering why now this all finally got too much. And I realized, when my mother died, I didn't really change at first. I acted like everything was ok. I was still angry and sad, but I lived my life. It wasn't until a year later that I broke down. I think it's called shock, or something like that. I think you were in shock the first couple days, and now you're just... In reality..." In really want to turn around and look at him, wondering what his facial expression was. This is the first personal thing I had heard from any of them, really. And it surprised me.

"Violet, turn. I'm going to do your makeup now." I turn slowly, watching as he gets out my foundation, lotion, coverup, contour, highlighter, mascara, eyeliner, and powder. "Don't say anything, I'm going to do it on my own." I give him a whatever look, and nearly roll my eyes as he grabs the powder first, and pretty much blows it onto my face. "Er..." He next grabs the foundation and dots it on my face, wiping it with his hands. He obviously didn't see the sponge in the bag. Then, he puts coverup on my chin and nose, and lines my face with contouring, where it's not supposed to go. Again, with his fingers, he tries to blend it in. "This is amazing. How girls do it every day confuses me." He brushes the highlighter on my forehead and nose, then applies mascara to the tips of my eyelashes. "I forgot lotion and eyeliner.,. Oh well." He pulls back to look at his work, and presses his lips together. "I'm glad I brought those wipes..." I sigh as he grabs one, and hands it to me. "That was fun, but I give up."

I clean off my face quickly, and lay back down. Niall sits on my bed, staring down at me. "What?" I ask, annoyed. He just signs, and packs up the stuff.

"I was five when my mom died, by the way... And we have plans for tomorrow." Then, he shuts the light out and leaves me. The door is locked, and his footsteps once again fade. I lay in the bed, touching my brushed hair. The smell of the makeup wipes remains on my face, it is all I can smell.

"What was the point of that?" I whisper, and pull the covers up.

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An update! Finally! I know! More of a filler chapter, but I wanted Niall to talk about himself a little. I'm sorry I didn't update. Senior year is pretty crazy, I get up at 4:30 am and get home late.

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