I had an hour until I had to leave for Ashton's party. I styled my hair, and sat at my white vanity to start my makeup for the night. I put on foundation and concealer until my face looked smooth and free of flaws.
Next, I put on some sparkly white eye shadow, gold winged eyeliner and light brown eyeliner on my waterline, and I even put multiple coats of mascara on until they were long and pretty and perfect for the occasion.
I added a lot of highlight to my face, in the necessary places. Next, I applied some bubblegum pink lipstick with sparkly clear lip gloss.
When my makeup was finished, I put on the white dress carefully, sprayed some setting spray on my face, and sighed.
Twenty minutes. That's all the time I had to be ready.
I put on deodorant, perfume, and a little hairspray to make my hair stay in place, but not enough to make it stiff.
I fixed the chips in my white nail polish that had gold glitter and added another top coat.
Once they dried, it was time for me to leave. I put my shoes on, grabbed my small bag, and left.
My mom knew where I was going, though she only approved because she loved Ashton. If anyone else was giving the party and I wanted to go by myself, or with someone she hardly knew, there's no way she'd let me go.
Plus, she was watching my stupid mechanical baby while I was gone. She planned to have it for the night, though I insisted I'd be home before morning.
When I pulled up at Ashton's, I registered the loud music, the countless cars and people, and the mess of the front yard.
I parked my car and went inside.
As I scanned the crowd for Ash, someone bumped into me. Their dark drink splashed and some went onto the floor, barely missing me.
"Shit, sorry." It was Calum.
I looked up, and his eyes widened.
"Oh. I didn't know it was you." He stated.
"Yeah." I awkwardly replied.
"Yeah. So, I'll get back to my boyfriend now. Nice seeing you." He said before walking away.
I walled around for another few minutes before someone grabbed my wrist. I almost hit them, until I realized that it was Ashton.
"Hey." I smiled at him.
His eyes scanned my body.
"Hey." He smirked. "You look incredible."
I smiled. "Thank you."
He nodded.
"Do you want a drink or something?" He offered. I shook my head.
"No, thank you. I don't want to drink around all these people." I replied.
"Me, either. That's why I'm not." He chuckled. I smiled back.
We stood there for a moment before he sighed.
"Can I talk to you?" He questioned.
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Notes (Lashton)
Fanfiction"Who the hell keeps putting love notes in my locker?" In which Luke keeps finding notes with beautiful messages written on them in his locker, but he can't figure out who's writing them.