Fearless | Lerrie

→Eight| The Preparation

The last two days of the school week seemed to fly by quickly. Leigh-Anne found herself preparing to go to Ellie's before the party on Saturday evening. Leigh-Anne was slightly nervous since it would just be her and Ellie. They haven't talked much but Ellie seemed sweet and friendly, there really was nothing to worry about. Except the party. A lot of worrying happened about the party.

Why did I even agree to this? Leigh-Anne thought as she hastily threw her phone and wallet into her shoulder bag. It's such a stupid idea! Leigh-Anne mentally yelled at herself as she threw her foundation and concealer into her bag.

The anxious brunette stared at herself in the mirror. Ellie was going to have to work miracles to make Leigh-Anne look attractive. Pimples were surfacing around her cheeks and her nose seemed to be getting oily. With a quiet sigh Leigh-Anne punched the wall, like she usually did to get out anger, stress and in this case, anxiety. She scrunched her nose up as the reliving pain throbbed through her hand. Leigh-Anne stretched out her fist then quickly pulled her shoulder bag over her shoulders and exited her room.

Leigh-Anne wondered through the mainly vacant house, Louisa was vacuuming the study but her father had gone to the supermarket and mother was of course, at work. She entered the garage and hopped into her car. The engine roared as she put the keys into ignition and drove down the street. Ellie's house was at least twenty minutes from her house, meaning there was a coffee shop on the way so she decided to get them both decaf lattes.

After twenty-five minutes of driving, she made it to Ellie's house.

"Just be normal," she whispered as the grabbed the coffee tray and her bag, "It'd not that hard."

She approached the front door of Ellie's house. It was a dusty orange brick looking house with large glass windows. It looked to be only a one story house was it was quite wide. She arrived the the front door and knocked on it quietly. No answer. What if it's the wrong house. Leigh-Anne knocked harder, this time getting a response. Ellie had pulled open the door. She had her orange hair in a messy ponytail and half of her makeup was done. She had a black crop top paired with a red skater skirt on. She looked pretty.

"Hey!" Ellie beamed, stepping aside and let Leigh-Anne in.

"Hey," Leigh-Anne replied with less enthusiasm, "You look nice.

"Oh, don't be silly," she smiled.

"I got this for you. I didn't know what you liked so I just guessed," Leigh-Anne explained, holding out a latte.

"Thanks," Ellie smiled and took the cup from Leigh-Anne, "Now, let's 'slutify' you. Even though you're already stunning."

"Oh, don't be silly!" Leigh-Anne mocked, earning a laugh from the red-head.

Ellie lead Leigh-Anne through her small home. They walked past the kitchen where, a woman and a little boy were preparing dinner. Leigh-Anne assumed they it might have been Ellie's mother and little brother.

They arrived at a door at the end of the hallyway that had a purple sign hanging on the door that read 'Elle's Room'. Ellie pushed the door open and entered, Leigh-Anne following.

"Okay, so I went to my sisters and bought some clothes for you to wear. She's has roughly the same build as you so the clothes should fit," Ellie started and she pulled out a big plastic bag from her closet.

"Does Perrie normally do this?" Leigh-Anne questioned, taking a seat on the end of Ellie's bed.

"Perrie has a thing for revenge and pranks," Ellie chuckled as she pulled the clothes from the bag.

"I can tell," Leigh-Anne chuckled and watched Ellie pull the clothes from the bag and put them on the floor.

Once Ellie had pulled out everything she started to pick up random pieces and hold them up towards Leigh-Anne's body. After almost ten minutes of trying to pick out the perfect outfit, Ellie had finally decided on a tight red mini dress which made Leigh-Anne uncomfortable.

Ellie held the dress out to Leigh-Anne and told her to go try it on. Leigh-Anne hesitantly took the dress that was dangling from her hands and walked towards the bathroom. She pulled off her jeans and plain grey shirt and attempted to pull on her red dress. It got quite tight when she tried to pull it up past her thighs and buttocks. This was one thing Leigh-Anne did like about herself, was that her bottom wasn't totally flat. After a few minutes of struggle, she finally got the dress on. Leigh-Anne looked at herself in the mirror, turning her body on different angles, looking at the dress. It complimented all of her curves. A small smile appears on her face as she stares at the dress in the mirror but the smile is instantly dropped when her eyes flicker to her face. No use having a gorgeous dress when you look like that.

Leigh-Anne exited the bathroom and made her way to Ellie's bedroom. Ellie was sitting on her bed, sipping her latte and scrolling on her phone. Leigh-Anne cleared her throat and Ellie's eyes wonder from her phone to Leigh-Anne. Ellie's choclate brown eyes widen with a small grin on her face.

"That looks gorgeous on you," Ellie said in amazement and Leigh-Anne there was a sheepish grin.

"It would look better if you fixed my face," Leigh-Anne laughed, earning a slight shove from Ellie.

"Shut up, you!" She laughed as she walked towards her dresser. "Now i'm pale as fuck so I hope you bought some foundation that's your colour."

"Of course," Leigh-Anne laughed as she looked up to the freckly red-head.

Leigh-Anne pulled the makeup from her bag and handed it to Ellie. Ellie quickly thanked her and continued her search for other makeup products.

Leigh-Anne quietly took a seat on Ellie's bed. This wasn't going too bad. She thought as her eyes swept the room. Ellie's room was much smaller than her own but it had more of a warm and homey feel. Her Walls were painted a pastel purple colour covered with posters of bands and singers.

"Okay!" Ellie clapped her hands together spinning around in her chair. "So does Violet get intimidated easily?"

"Not really," Leigh-Anne shrugged.

"Okay, so I'll give you a bold red lip and eye look I think. Give a thick black choker and thigh black boots. You're going to look banging. I mean you already do but just real banging," Ellie was doing her absolute best to avoid hurting Leigh-Anne feelings which made Leigh-Anne feel really welcomed and happy. Like she had a new friend. And that was all she needed right now.