A/N ANOTHER UPDATE! I'm trying to get a lot written before I get swamped with work again.
Luke/Providence shippers, I apologize in advance for this chapter.
On another note, it's a cute chapter and I hope you enjoy it anyways. There's a new song off of their album included in this chapter... Comment if you know it! ;)
Thanks, as always, for your votes, reads, and lovely comments. They make me smile so much <3 love ! xx
• CHAPTER 11 •
Providence's POV
When we got back to the hotel from band practice, I excused myself to my room. It was already six-thirty: if I was going to figure out how to put on Maddie's outfits and look good in them, I'd need every second I could get.
I quickly lay all six of the dresses Maddie had thrown into my luggage and frowned at them. She'd given me way more options than I needed. I finally picked the least flashy one, threw the rest back into the suitcase and then tried to change into the dress.
It shouldn't've been very complicated. It was a right black strapless dress with a zipper along the side. But unfortunately for me, my hair wanted to get tangled in the dress, and I spent a good five minutes with the dress half-on, trying to yank my hair out. By the time I freed it, my eyes were watering with pain, and my scalp ached. Damn it.
Make up was another challenge: I sorted through the various tubes, bottles and palettes Maddie had packed and almost gave up. "So we meet again," I muttered, experimentally clamping the eyelash curler.
By the time I was ready, it was 6:58. I quickly called Maddie, praying that she'd answer the first time.
Maddie's face popped up on the screen, and she grinned. "My little Providence, going on a date in Vegas with an older man. You look very grown up. I approve of this ensemble. Although, you could have afforded to have your eyeliner a little more dramatic. Something that screams 'Vegas' you know? But you look lovely," she said decidedly. "I am proud."
I smiled. "Thanks for helping me out, Madds."
She waved my apology aside. "No big deal, no biggie. Now go on your date. I expect details," she said with a mischievous grin, and then hung up.
At promptly seven, there was a knock at the door.
I grabbed my bag, threw my phone in, and opened the door.
"Hey, Prov."
I was speechless. Ashton was wearing a neat black button down shirt with dark jeans and his black shoes. His hair was carelessly ruffled, and his cheeks were pink.
"Hey," I managed.
"You look gorgeous," he said with a shy smile.
Ashton was never shy. He was always chirpy and confident and bursting with energy. Seeing him shuffle his feet and fiddle with his shirt hem made my heart beat a little faster.
I looped one of my arms through his, leaning against his shoulder. "You look really good," I told him, looking up at him.
He smiled. "The one button down between the four of us, and it's actually mine," Ash joked.
We went down the elevator, and I was surprised when we walked out the lobby instead of the back garage entry. "Ash?" I asked as he led me towards the front.
He grinned. "I'll be driving us," he told me, and we walked out into the Las Vegas evening, avoiding eye contact with fans as we got into the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked as soon as we were out of the vicinity of the hotel.
