Florence slowly dries her damp body with the soft towel. About to wear her dress for the night, she saw her butterfly tattoo that runs over her hip bone. She caresses it with the pad of her thumb before putting her attention back to dressing up. Groaning, she gets dressed into her white Herve Leger bandage dress that shows off her flawless back and bountiful curves. She plays a certain playlist, mostly by The Civil Wars’ in her iPod and cranks up the volume whilst singing with it. She plugs the curling iron in, and started giving her hair some big, loose waves. She teases her hair with her hand by running them through it. Opening the drawer and getting her make-up bag, she gets a couple of eyeliner and mascara and some lipstick. She decides on having an ebony eyeliner from MAC other than having the coffee one, and also for the mascara. For the lipstick, she decided to go on one shade darker than her usual one. She puts them on dramatically while still singing her heart out on the song that is currently playing.
She checks the time, “7:22PM”. She grabs her purse and puts everything in whatever she needed: phone, keys, a small compact mirror with a brush and some cash. She calls for Zayn and it took him a little while to answer back.
“Babe? I’m ready.”, she chirps out.
“Aha! Eager much babe?”, Zayn laughs on the other line while she giggled a bit, but actually rolling her eyes.
“You wish.”, she thought. “Maybe. Where are you?”, she asks cheerily but deep down, her patience is growing thin as a thread.
“About a few blocks away. I’ll be there in 5 minutes max. I’m speeding up.”, he says and she rolls her eyes.
“Oh, I’ll be out now. Bye!”, she says and hangs up, not wanting to hear of him anymore.
She puts the phone back to her purse and goes over to a room which is all filled of different types and brands of shoes, heels, wedges and such. She looks around before a pair of black BCBGeneration Maxwell heels catches her eye. She shuffles her way onto it and opens the transparent cabinet and grabs the heels before slipping them off in her feet. She gets out of that room which is only filled with footwear and goes back to her room that are now just filled with all her clothes and goes over to the full length mirror hanging by the cabinet. She twirls around, checking herself out before turning off the lights and heading downstairs. She grips tightly on her purse while slowly going down by the stairs, careful not to trip over. She smooth out the little crease forming on her dress and goes over to the front door. She turns the knob and goes out before locking it back again and closes it. She sat by the hammock on her huge yard while waiting out for Zayn and took her phone out to play some sort of stupid game to pass the time. Moments later, a black Bentley Continental GT goes up into her driveway. She stands up and slowly walks over to the car, but just then a familiar guy who she used to be in love with, stepsout and stands infront of her.
“Hi.”, Zayn, greets her before looking up and down, and gulps a little. “Uh, you look stunning, love. . . As always.”
“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”, she jokes as she takes in the mesmerizing of him in his Ralph Lauren black button-up shirt, something she isn't really familiar with .
“He is dressed really well so the date might be really formal and fancy.”, she thought. He is a famous millionaire at a very young age and considered to be one in the elite troops of the state with you, deal with it! Florence’s subconscious adds.
He opens the door by the passenger for her and she steps in. The same scent of his car greeting her on the inside made her feel a little nostalgic and the insides of her stomach are twisting around. The same scent she used to love and crave for, that’s until she found it was all just a stupid game in which she was the guileless prey and he was the careless predator. Now, the universe shifted between them and everything was upside down.
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Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]
FanfictionA feeling for a person that had gone astray because of a big erroneous thing that had been done, would take a lifetime to obtain it back. The memory had always been fresh on Florence Scolinski's mind. Oh, how she was deceived and so gullible back th...