Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 15

Francis P.O.V

"Uhg! I hate this one, too!" I yell at the plum colored dress I'd chosen to wear to Clayton's, as I display it in my stand up mirror behind my bedroom door.

Running back to my closet, i pull out fancy shirts, skirts, and dresses I could possibly consider. Non of them had what I wanted. I don't want to come off too overdressed or too underdressed, but there is no center!

Great. Now I have to go to my last resort; Satin's bedroom or better known as Cason's room. She never gives me a break about me not allowed in there. As if I would go in there to play hide and get lost. No one would be able to find me under her neatly littered room of old pizza boxes, decaying clothes, and the remains of her so called "late night visitors." Yet here I am, standing in front of her door, etched with the scars of removed "Leave me alone signs" and " Ask someone else".

I timidly knock at the flimsy wood, hearing through it, the sounds of "Royals" by LORDE and off-pitch singing. I knock again, regaining some confidence in my drastic decision. The music stops, while shuffling begins.

"Cason?"

"What?!"

"I need your- your h" I choke on the word.

"What the hell do you want?!"

Sighing, I heave it out. "I need you help with something."

"I will not teach you how to put a tampon on, just look it up on YouTube. I'm sure they'll have a tutorial."

"Ha,ha. Very funny. Where'd you get that one? Off the back of a Laffy Taffy wrapper?"

"Fuck off!" I heard the clacking of heels from the other side.

"Seriously though. I need you to help me with something." I beg, laying my forehead against the cool door.

It fell silent, giving me the go to head back to my room. Just as I reached my room across the hall, the creak of Cason's door opening makes me quickly turn around, smiling.

"Make it quick. I have to go somewhere soon." She huffed. I noticed that she was dressed up in a respectable party dress and was caked with heavy eye makeup. Her hair was pinned into a bun with a French braid holding it all up.

Rolling her eyes, she went back to her room, me following close behind.

"I need to borrow an outfit from you."

"Why?" She starts searching through a pile of lingerie. Clean or not? I have no idea.

"I'm going to the Weasels for dinner tonight."

"Really?!" She turned around tucking in two pairs of undies into her chest. Could she not just use toilet paper to stuff her bra?

"Yea why?"

"Bring me back something. Mrs. Weasel's food is always awesome and it is the only reason that you and I would go to visit them."

She had a point.

If it wasn't for Mrs. Weasel's food, we'd probably make excuses not to go over there all the time, since the family is a tiny bit.......strange.

"So if I bring back food will you please lend me semi-formal clothing? If you own any."

I'm a little skeptical of her clothing, considering she dresses like a certain gardening tool.

"Fine"

She walked over to her closet, opened it, and quickly closed it when she realized there was nothing there. Clacking back her bed, she searched through another pile of clothing, until she pulled out a shirt. It was a shimmery, black shirt with stripes of black and silver. She flung it to me.