Wonders of Being Me (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Nineteen: Rebel

"You're stupid." Taylor says as I try on my third outfit.

"Taylor, I'm not stupid." I sigh and go back into my closet, to try and find another outfit for the date with Luke.

I pull out a yellow tank-top and black shorts, placing them above the clothes I was already wearing to see if they looked any better.

"You're definitely stupid." She said and took my clothing options out of my hand to rummage through my closet.

"No, no." She kept saying to almost everything she touched or even looked at.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" She asks, still not done looking through my closet.

"No, but I really hope not somewhere too flashy. Hopefully just a movie or something."

"Then dress for that." She says and grabs a pair of my ripped jeans and a tank-top that said "REBEL" on it.

I take the clothes from her hands, examining them like my life depended on it.

"But, on a date, aren't I supposed to dress better than normal?" I ask her, not really knowing anything about dates. This would be my first one if you didn't count all the times Luke and I went places.

"Liam and I just go places sometimes, we don't even dress up for it." She shrugs her shoulders as she pushes me to my bathroom in my room.

"Sometimes I'll just be like, 'Hey, Liam, we should go here!' and he'll be like, 'Of course! We need to go on a date!' or something like that."

I laugh at her version of Liam and she joins in.

"Get dressed, he's going to be here in like an hour!" She exclaims and almost throws me into the bathroom and closes the door.

"I'll do your make-up!" She yells from the closed door, even though I could still hear her if she whispered.

I take off my shorts and studded tank-top to put the clothes that Taylor chose for me.

She always had a better fashion taste than me, making almost everyday a fucking runway day.

After I put my clothes on, I take the brush and begin to style my hair. I leave it natural, I didn't have time to straighten all my hair and brush my teeth.

I exit the bathroom to find Liam and Taylor both sitting on my bed. They weren't talking, which was very unusual.

"Wow. You can feel the tension." I joke, hoping that they were alright.

"It's nothing." She gives Liam a glare before he gets up to leave my room.

"What's that about?" I ask her and she shakes her head, "We don't have time for that, come here."

I sit on the bed in front of her as she applies my make-up, which sometimes I wondered why she even did it due to my constant movement and complaining about something or everything hurting.

"Done." She says and puts the eyeliner back into her bag to smile at her art work.

I get up to look in the mirror, she may have chose simple clothing for me to wear but she went a bit crazy with my make-up. She made my face of a super model while my body looked like the typical high school girl.

"Wow." I say in shock, both excited about my make-up and worried about it. I didn't want Luke to think I wore too much. Although, it made me look good.

There's a knock at my door, which made my heart race. I've noticed lately, every time I think about Luke, my heart races.

"What?" Taylor shouts to the person on the outside of my door.