Don't Judge A Person By Their Cover (One Direction FanFiction)

6- Oh Um.. hi

I stumbled into my room and only had enough time to shove in my fake braces and change into a pink t-shirt when my door swung open.
I looked over. I was still in black ripped jeans, my hair let down my back, no makeup, no glasses, and I still had my needle out.
Louis was at the door.
"Gabriella?"
"Oh... Um... Hi."
"Weren't you in shorts earlier?"
"Um yeah, I was seeing if these um fit or not."
I said smiling to show my braces.
"Uhm, I came in here to talk to you."
He said picking up my glasses. He looked through them.
"Um, these don't have lenses..."
He trailed looking at me.
"Yeah, I use them for looks. They make my outfits complete-"
"No."
He snapped them and I tensed.
"You don't need these. If your moving to London with us, you need to grow up. Even if it's just a little."
I nodded.
"Now, it's 5 am. Your mum wakes up at 6. The boys wake up around ten. Let's get to work!"
He started looking through my room.
He looked under my bed and pulled out my vans.
"I got those for my birthday. I don't use them." I lied.
He nodded.
"Now listen. Since I have a girlfriend, it's not wrong for you to dress in front of me. Plus your one of my best friends and I couldn't think of you that way."
I nodded.
He tossed me a pale red t-shirt and shorts. He tossed my vans at my feet.

"Change."
I did as told and he looked at me.
Your hair looks beautiful by the way. Why don't you wear it like that more often?" I shrugged.
"I like it off my neck."
He smirked.
"Perks of having four sisters." He said, taking my hair and putting it up.
He turned me to the mirror. He did a simple bun with a couple braids leading into it.
"Makeup."
Damn it.
He put on the slightest of mascara and lip gloss.
"Go brush your teeth please, your breath smells..."
I was expecting him to say like smoke but he had other plans.
"Like hot dogs."
Like dinner. That's a good sign.
Whilst I did I didn't notice he had pulled another shirt out of the bag he brought in.
When I walked back out he threw a black shirt that said: ACDC on it.
I gladly slipped it on.
He smirked.
"You look amazing. More your age. A young, yet mature adult."
"And here, while you brushed your teeth I stole a pair of Zayn's ray bans with clear lenses and no prescription. He won't notice them." He slipped them onto my face.
"Okay. So first, we have to teach you how to handle money. Got any?"
I shook my head.
"So first, we have to get you a damn job when we get to London."
I have one. Being badass and having ten million pounds in my closet. Boom bitch.