Secret Sister

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-One

The interview was nothing like last time, people surrounded the place and screaming girls were in every direction, all wanting just a glimpse of the boys. 

When we got inside the building everything seemed the same, doors leading to offices, people wondering and big signs flashing. Nothing was all too different, except this time I had the boys with me. 

Louis grabbed my hand and smiled weakly, I was being pushed by Niall who seemed more amused with the ability to stop and start my movement than anything else around him. 

He stopped harshly again and I fell forward again, “Niall, come on” Louis stopped him. 

“What? She’s out of it tomorrow, this is my last chance” He grinned pushing me sending me back. 

“Boys” Mum called, “This way” We came to a room and one by one entered, the boys pushing me in first. 

Times like these I love the wheelchair, knowing me I’d walk in and get lost, but now I was practically stuck to Niall.

“Hi, Im Chris” The woman greeted us, her shoulder length blonde hair fiddling in her fingers. 

“Thats the interviewer” Louis whispered in my ear and I batted him away mouthing ‘I know’ at him. 

He grinned to me then to Chris, “Nice to meet you” He shook her hand. 

“So, hair and makeup’s to be done, then we can get started on the interview”  

I watched Louis get powered from my chair as a woman coated another layer of mascara to my eyes and held back a giggle. He didn’t even flinch, I thought of Jake and how he would of squirmed in his chair if anyone came near him with a makeup brush, the fear of being emasculated. 

Louis and the other boys all just glanced at their phones or joked with each other or the woman applying their makeup. They didn’t worry about the fact that they were wearing makeup, or how that would make them look. 

“You look kinda different with makeup on” I told Louis, his skin looked lighter and the usual shadow that never seemed to leave his skin had been taken away with the brush and replaced with the even spread of colour. 

“Am I beautiful?” He pouted his lips and I grimaced. 

“As long as you never pull that face again, I’m sure everyone will still love you” I teased him and he gasped. 

“But this is my model pose” He announced pouting his lips further again and bringing his hand behind his head to strike a rather, unfortunate looking, pose. 

“Sweetie, stick to singing” I patted his hand and he gasped. 

“But I hate singing” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and slumped in his chair, the brunette applying his makeup paused and told him to un-scrunch his forehead from the frown and I bit back a laugh as he did was he was told.