Gravity| h.s

6.

Release Date: 12th July 2014.

The  school week comes and goes with a flow of fresh new faces, cleaning and a whole lot of course and study provided by my ever-so-charming lecture. But the up side to it all is that Harry Styles was not in class. Still, I couldn't  shake his pressence out of my mind, like he was lurking about the place, waiting to pounce on me when I was alone.

"Are you really going to wear that?" Bianca stares at me from the bed, not hiding her disguist, both in her speech and expression.

I gaze down at my royal blue cap-sleeve scoopneck solid dress and frown. I don't see anything wrong with it, but then again I didn't see anything wrong with wearing a pair of jeans to a party either, now did I? My eyes dart to my face and I can see all my insecurities right before me. I am not pretty. My face doesn't have any angle or shape to it, forming itself into a round-shape like a child's. My skin is too pale, so white that you can see the veins trace the side of my forehead. My hair, which isn't even a nice shade of blonde, is pulled back, making me resemble a skin patient. And don't get me started on my curves, which Bianca freakishly adores. " You told me to wear a dress." I say in defense, folding my arms across my chest. Beginning to whale, I moan. " I feel fat and ugly."

Bianca groans with frustration, jumping up from the bed and slamming her hands upon my shoulders as she looked me in the eyes. "Shut the fuck up. You are fucking skinny." Not being able to look directly into her eyes, I stare down at the floor. " You are pretty. Jesus Christ. Just.....You need to wear more make-up. You look too pale. " 

Pulling away from me, she dives over to her make-up bag, rummaging around for cosmitics. " Get out of that dress." She orders sternly, throwing make-up onto my bed.

"What?" I am so confused.

Turning to me, she whispers in a threatening voice. " Get the fuck out of that dress. I am here to make you look hotter and make you see that you look hot."

I gulp. " Another sixty minute make-up?" Bianca has always been there for me when we went to parties. Her usual tips and addiction to looking beautiful had always helped me in times of pure crisis. Night is no exception. Trying to be independent, I had told Bianca that I could it myself. Look where it got me.

She grins with darkness, a smile that makes men fall at her mercy. " Oh yeah."

It takes another half an hour to redecorate the crumbling, ancient architecture that is me. Bianca's hand move in inhumane speed, preparing my body to perfection. She keeps silent, her eyes focused on her prime target, not pausing for occasional chit-chat. I, other hand, remain absolutely still. I don't speak, I just follow the orders given to me by the one and only boss. 

"There you go." Bianca beams warmly at me as she strains away from her masterpiece. "Do you want to take a look?"

Nodding, I direct my face into the mirror beside me. Wow! Bianca really is good at what she does. I guess those few days in fashion design and beauticianing are really helping. Bianca has been able to create colour to my face, turning my checks a light pink and my lips a flawless nude. My hair has been let free, waving down past my shoulders thanks to Bianca's curlers. My eyes appear brighter under the peach eyeshadow that matches salmon, half transparent composite filament party dress that I  have borrowed from Bianca. She has truly lifted my spirits.

"Thank you so much, B." I gush, wrapping my arms tight around her toned body. If Bianca is anything but beautifully, it's bosting peoples' confidence through make-up art. 

Holding her at shoulder lenght, I scan her body to admire her dress. It's a short, Scarlet-red cocktail dress that falls half way up her thigh. Her hair is naturally waving and passes her breasts as it moves down to her waist. God, she is so beautiful. Her face, though organically beautiful, has traces of make-up throughout.  " You look so beautiful." I laugh, bringing her in for another hug. " I guess that makes two of us." She giggles back and we spend as few minutes enjoying each other's company.