Taken

Chapter 12

Tuesday 11th January 2014

"There! All done!" Steph has been here well over an hour when she finally pronounces me done and shoves me in front of the mirror.

My long, usually dead straight hair has been curled lightly and pinned up on one side to give it a sophisticated yet alluring look. My face, which I had gotten used to being make-upless over the past few days, has been given some colour to make me look more alive. My eyes look seductive and hooded as they have been outlined heavily in black eye-liner. It makes my usually warm, welcoming brown eyes look black and mysterious. My now blood red lips add to this effect. My dress is short, very short, and black. It hugs my skin, showing off every single curve and making me feel self concious. It's a bit too short for my liking, and way too low cut, but then, I've never felt comfortable in dresses. It has long sleeves which help to cover the scars on my arms, and Steph also gave me some skin-coloured tights to hide those on my legs. I have no idea how I'm going to walk, let alone dance, since I'm standing in stupidly high, scarlet heels that make me feel like I'm going to break my ankle!

Despite all of my horrible thoughts about my outfit, I can't help thinking that I kind of look...sexy? The dark make-up makes me seem mysterious and the dress shows off my curves in the right way. Maybe I could use this to my advantage? If I can just act sexy, maybe someone will dance with me, and then I can get their help, to escape! I've spent the whole day dreading this, but it might be my chance to escape!

"Well, what do you think?" Steph is stood next to me, bobbing up and down excitedly while she waits for my answer.

"I-i, t-thank you Steph. I actually look half decent!" I let out a small chuckle and Steph joins in. Maybe this girl isn't too bad?

"Babe, you look gorgeous! Now come on, I still need to get ready!" I send her another grin as I grab her bag of make up, preparing to make her club-ready.

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Half an hour later, Steph too is ready to go and she looks so much hotter than me in her royal purple dress. I find it hard to believe that I ever thought she was 14! I learnt a lot about Steph in the time that we were getting ready. She's 17 years old, like me, and is studying hard to become a doctor so she won't have to rely on her brother. She loves Louis but hates everything that he's involved in and he parents sent her to stay with him for a while because of her excessive rebellious behaviour when she was at home. Steph is very different to all my friends back home, but she's nice, and wants to get back to her family almost as much as I do.

We haven't been downstairs since we started getting ready and I'm slightly nervous about what they will think of my "new look". As we wander through the huge house, I can't help myself as my worry and nerves are replaced with excitement. I've never been clubbing before, since I'm only 17, but it might be fun. Especially if I manage to escape!

"Hey, are you two finally rea-" Niall stops mid sentence and I see his jaw drop in shock when he sees me. I blush but can't help feeling a little pleased. His is stood by the kitchen counter, dressed in black skinny jeans and a light blue shirt. He really does look good.

"Woah, Evelyn you look, um, wow..." My cheeks redden even more as he struggles to finish his sentence. I flash him a small smile and mutter my thanks before looking down at the ground, embarrassed. There is an awkward silence for a few moments before Harry comes bounding in, a huge grin on his face. Harry's also in black skinny jeans, but instead of a shirt, he's dressed in a black t-shirt, which is tight enough for me to see his defined muscles straining through. He also misses a beat when he notices me standing by the door, but he quickly recovers and let's out a small chuckle.

"God, Eve, you clean up good!" He gives me a small wink before continuing,

"Nice job Steph, she looks hot!" Steph starts laughing with him and they both exit the room again, leaving me stood alone with Niall. My breathing is shallow from Harry's words, but somehow I'm more flattered by Niall's. Its silent for a while, but a comfortable silence, before Niall speaks up.