Loving You is Hard, Especially When I Hate You.

The BRITS

CHAPTER 17

“what do you mean you didn't tell her?!”

“ I swear I didn't mean to wait this long...” He said looking down at the ground. I could feel my blood boiling at this point. It had been a week since our talk and I had to leave the next day for a the week before the BRITS. We were suppose to have started rehearsing with Rihanna that week but due to her busy schedule we all had to fly off to the United States to practice. It was a nice little trip and I got a bit of sun when we went out. But Liam had promised to tell Delilah during that week. And of course he didn't.

“Liam,” I said covering my face with my hands. “I have less than one hour before i'm suppose to be on that stage, and you tell me this now?!” He looks down at the floor again. I sighed getting up from my chair and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Liam you need to tell her. It's not fair to her or me. Just do it. Please.” he looked into my eyes and smiled.

“ I missed you.” I let a small smile rest on my lips as I nodded in agreement.

“ I missed you too.” I slipped my hands from around his neck to his chest pushing him to the door as I said. “now go and tell her before it's too late- oh wait it already is!” he laughed shaking his head and walked out of the room. I plopped back down in my chair turning to the vanity. It had all my make up on it. Stuff that I had bought while in America. I had never really been one for make up but dancing sometimes required it, like tonight. Although it was a simple eyeliner, mascara, foundation, and blush. I still had none. The most make up I have ever owned was a little princess kit when I was 7. and then after that I was done with it.

The issue I was having now, was what to do first and how to put it on. I looked over to Suzan who was already finished with hers. She looked absolutely flawless, her make up was perfect and her hair, which was usually in a pony tail or straight was in a crimped foe-hawk. To say the least she definitely knew what she was doing. She looked over at me with a bright smile that turned into a frown when she saw that I hadn't even begun on my makeup. She got up immediately and started working on my hair which was in it's usual middle part and natural straight form.

“honestly I don't know how you are so good when it comes to clothes but then absolutely clueless when it comes to make up.” she scowled me. I shrugged picking up the hair curler and giving it to her.

“ In my defense I hung out with boys growing up.” she shook her head and began curling my hair. After that she put it in a side pony tail and wrapped a bandana around my head leaving my fringe to the side. Then she went to my make up putting on a bit of foundation, then some eyeliner and mascara. Just as I thought she was finished she pinched my cheeks.

“ouch! What was that for!” she giggled covering her mouth with her hand as I rubbed my face.

“it adds colour to your face and it was also your punishment for not being a girl.”

“but I am a girl!” I defended standing up. “and I have proof too!” she burst out laughed holding her sides as she continued to laugh. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at the mirror. To say I looked pretty was an understatement. My skin was flawless, my gray eyes were big and startling. My cheek bones looked flushed and prominent. Everything about my appearance looked alien to me. Like I was looking at someone else. I smiled at the girl in front of me and turned to Suz giving her a huge bear hug. She stumbled back surprised by my sudden actions before hugging me back.

“what was that all about?” she asked still giggling.

“thank you , your amazing at this stuff.” I said pointing to my face. She laughed shaking her head.