Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

7

MEANWHILE IN ZAIN'S ROOM...

Harry looked at the instructions of the makeup box that was before him,"powder is to be applied on the face," he took a large brush, patting the white material on his face. He hummed in approval once he saw his reflection upon the mirror in front of him. Harry took an eyelash curler,"for eyelashes...ah! Pull lever down, press eyelash firmly on the opening and close it...seems simple enough." Harry nodded to himself. The tool made his eyelashes longer. "There are a variety of blushes...I'm assuming their for my cheeks." He swiped the pink one lightly against his cheeks. He looked at the eye-shadows,"I don't want to look like a clown, so what if," He patted the golden eye-shadow on his cheekbones, a bit on his nose and on the top of his lip, or cupid's bow, creating what nowadays is called highlight. He put on Trisha's pastel pink lip gloss, but he also peppered his lips with a bit of the golden eye-shadow. He looked beautiful. "I really liked Gigi's long socks...I wonder if Zain has any." Harry spoke to himself. Zain didn't have knee socks, but Harry did find an over-sized black jumper. He took off the shirt he was wearing and slipped the jumper on. He tugged off his pants too. He gasped once he saw how he looked,"I...I'm now a face painter too!" He grinned. He found Zain's boxing shorts, putting them on. You couldn't really see it because the jumper covered his thighs. Harry kept humming as he painted his nails red. "Thank you for the makeup." He mumbled as he returned the makeup box to Trisha's room, placing it back where it was before. The mother snored.

"Mr.Malik, look!" Harry smiled, running towards Zain for a closer look.

"My...on your first try and you already look like a model." Zain became distracted, observing Harry's face. The boy himself is just incredibly beautiful. Harry smiled even widely, showing those breathtaking dimples.

"You're really fond of another man and not me? What kind of man shows a feminine side and is happy for wearing makeup? Unless...he's a fag; a homo." The lady targeted Harry. She approached him and pushed him back a bit by just pushing his chest with her finger. Harry didn't like this,"I'm not homo...well, it's God's decision if I should go to Heaven or not. I trust God. Whatever the Lord's decision is, I respect it. It's for a reason."

Gigi was confused and had no clue what the boy was going on about and judgement from her began to strike at Harry,"what?" She said.

"Gigi, leave." Zain said sternly. The lady let her eyes roll and walked out the door without a shame.

"You're going to marry her...she's going to be Mrs.Malik? Gigi Malik. Sounds nice! Harold Malik...I think that sounds better!" Said Harry.

Zain looked at the young man. He sighed at his childishness,"she's not going to be Mrs.Malik, yet. I don't want her to be. Harold Malik does sound quite nice though." A little smile crept upon his lips.

(YAYYYYY DOUBLE UPDATE ! I don't think anyone even likes this story but oh well ! )