Heat Of The Moment-Noel Gallagher

Chapter 7

OMG!! I' seeing Noel at Manchester Arena!!!!!!!! It's my first time seeing my baby and i'm so happy!!!!!!!!

 Anyway, yeah excitement over! Woop, 400 reads. I can't thank you guys enough!! It may not seem like a lot to some of you but I really hadn't expected anyone to read this. I love you's to pieces! Anyway, yup, once again I find myself apologising for not updating much. I'm so sorry, hopefully updates will be faster from now on. Enjoy...Or Don't XXX

Marley's POV:

Makeup...not my strong point. I had no idea how these 'beauty gurus' on Instagram made applying it look so effortless. I had been stood in front of my bathroom mirror for over a bloody hour ,trying to figure out how to not make myself look like a clown. I'd googled every tutorial under the sun but that was no help, they were impossible to follow. Girls my age were supposed to be good at this kind of stuff, so why wasn't I?

Generally, I didn't even bother wearing makeup. But today was different. I was finally going on that date with Noel! It had been a week since he asked me, one very torturous week. For the past seven days I had been both unbelievably nervous and excited to see him again. We had texted a few times, making arrangements for the date and just generally conversing, but I hadn't spoke to him face to face. It had given me a little time to clear my head again and set myself straight, which I hadn't done since I had met him. 

I was now in the process of getting ready for the date, something which was easier said than done. Standing in my bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and grimaced. My brows looked like fucking blocks and the smoky eye I had attempted just looked like I had rubbed charcoal onto my eyelid. 

"Ugh, for fucks sake!" I grunted, putting my head in my hands. 

I had less than an hour until I needed to meet Noel, I didn't have the time to redo my entire face! Reaching out for a packet of makeup wipes, I quickly opened them up and rubbed a wipe violently against my face. Why couldn't anything go right for me?

Now being left with a completely bare face, I grabbed my bottle of foundation and slathered some of the product on. I decided not to go all out with the makeup as seen as Noel seemed to like me without it anyway. I just applied a little bit, which made me look considerably less ugly than I usually did. Phew! Panic over!

After the makeup fiasco was over, I dashed out of my tiny bathroom and into my equally tiny bedroom in search of something to wear. I didn't really have very many nice clothes as I never went out, I worked so much that I practically only ever wore my uniform. Still, there had to be some form of dress in my little cupboard. 

Searching through my wardrobe frantically, coming across innumerable pairs of jeans, I finally found a tight black dress. It was the same dress I had worn nearly three years ago for my friend Lori's twenty first birthday. That was the first and only time I had ever worn it. Since then, it had just been sat in my cupboard, collecting dust. But it was a dress nonetheless, even if it was very scrunched up and old. 

I changed into the item of clothing, finding that it made my scrawny figure look a lot better than it usually did, before running a brush through my blonde hair. Taking a quick moment to inspect my appearance before I left, I found that I actually didn't look all that awful. It kind of took my breath away, the way I felt...pretty. I had never felt pretty before, not once!

I slipped on a pair of black heels that were beside my front door before tottering out of my apartment and wobbling down the stairs. I hardly ever wore heels so it was taking me some time to adjust to walking in them. Outside of my derelict apartment building, I hopped into the uber I had ordered a few minutes ago and got comfortable in the back seat. I never sat in the front seat, it always felt too awkward for me.