A/N – Hey pretty peoples! I know what you’re probably thinking. “Wow, Meep must have no life if she’s updating two days in a row.” Yeah, I’m a loser, but I am the coolest loser you’ll ever meet. ;D
So, here’s the 3rd chapter. Again, I dunno how long it’s gonna be as I usually type it up in Word first, and then cut/paste into the document. /nerd
So enjoy it! c8
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Harry’s POV:
She did NOT just say ‘makeover’.
Great. I facepalmed and peeked out from in between my fingers. Niall burst out laughing, Louis grinning like the Chesire cat, Liam’s face completely and utterly shocked, and Zayn – well, he’s excited, but he’s trying to look disappointed or something. He’s failing at that.
I sigh and mutter, “Alright, as long as we’re not discovered…”
Delilah’s POV:
I grin evilly, as though I plan on dressing them up like clowns. “Okay, so I bought some stuff for my brother, so I have that in my suitcase. I dunno – who’s closest to Medium in men’s?” Harry raises his hand, blushing slightly. I smile, open my suitcase and chuck a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie. “Go change, and then I’ll do your hair/make-up.” He groans. “You sound like someone from backstage” he complains. After he leaves, I look at my remaining options. Only 2 outfits left. That means… “Okay, don’t freak out, but 2 of you are gonna have to be dressed in my clothes,” I giggle. The looks on their faces are priceless. “Not it!” Zayn yells. Liam, Louis and Niall follow soon after, then look at me. Apparently I’m the judge. “Sorry, but Harry already has the first outfit. Zayn, you get the second, and since I wasn’t paying attention as to who yelled first, just do rock-paper-scissors.
They did – Niall did rock, Liam did paper, and Louis did rock. “Okay, so Liam, you automatically lose, therefore it’s either Niall or Louis.” They tied a couple of times, but Niall did end up winning. I helped Zayn and Niall into their clothes, and then turned to Louis and Liam, who looked sour. I smiled. “Okay, so since you don’t have boobs, we’re gonna have to stuff ‘em.”
Niall laughed so hard. I giggled a bit myself – the thought of it was just silly. “Okay, so I think we should have one of you in a dress, and one in an outfit…” Louis lightened up a bit. “Oi, I want the dress.” I stared at him for a bit, then sighed and handed him a cute sundress. “Here, try not to rip it.” He smiled, then ran away to change. I turned to Liam. “Sorry Li, but unless you want to get discovered, you gotta wear something.” He groans, and I turn to my suitcase. I eventually found a pair of flare jeans, boots, and a purple hoodie with a pink t-shirt. “Simple, but effective,” Harry quoted. I chuckled, then sent Liam off to change. I waited for him to yell “Finished!” before barking, “Okay boys, line up in a single-file line facing forward.” They all obeyed, and I surveyed them. They looked pretty decent.
I handed 2 pair of socks to Liam and Louis. “Stuff ‘em.” They turned tomato red before Louis stuffed his athletic socks into the boob part of the dress, and Liam hesitantly stuffed his thin ankle socks down the t-shirt. I frowned – Liam’s were crooked. My face turned red before saying “Okay Liam, let me do yours.” Even Zayn giggled a bit at that one. I reached over and adjusted them, realizing what he needed. I facepalmed, saying through my fingers “Louis, because your dress has a built-in bra, you’re good. Liam, however…” I trailed off. He must’ve caught on, because he announced “No! I will NOT wear some random fan’s bra.” I swear, Niall was probably having a heart attack the way he was laughing. I shook my head and reached into my suitcase. “You don’t know how to put it on, do you?” I questioned. He looked at me, like “Okay, really?” I nodded, taking the hint. “Here, just… take off your shirt, I’ll put it on for you.” He looked at the other boys wearily. “Okay, let me have your phones.” I ordered. They all groaned. “But I want to take a picture!” Harry whined, Louis following suit. I put out my hand, and they each gave me their phone. Harry mumbled, “Gee, thanks Mum.” It took all of my will power not to giggle.
As Liam stripped down to his bare chest, I could feel my cheeks warm up a little. The first time I ever get to see Liam shirtless in person, I’m putting a bra on him.
Sometimes, I wonder why my life had to be not normal. But if it means getting to meet One Direction, then I’m all for it.
Anyway, put it on him and attempted to tighten it, but it was too small. I should’ve known. I was a 14-year-old girl, and Liam was an 18-year-old man. I sighed, saying “It won’t fit.” The boys just cracked up, and I had an idea. “Okay, so I was supposed to attend a wedding, and I brought a special bra that doesn’t show when I wear my strapless dress. I got it out – it may work. I told him to lift his arms, and he reluctantly obeyed. It fit! “Okay, now where did you put those socks?” He pointed towards the shelves, and I saw their purple polka-dots. I grabbed them and stuffed them down without even asking – I just wanted this to be over with. He put on the rest of his outfit, and I did a double take on their outfits as they lined up once more. They all looked believable.
Now for make-up.
I had to style the boys’ hair first, I informed them. I looked at Zayn. “Look, Zayn… we’re gonna have to un-quiff your hair.” His expression was a mixture of disappointment, embarrassment and anger. It was an adorable look on him. I decided to do his first. Luckily, there was a sink, so I started off with wetting his hair. I managed to style his hair into a modest school-boy look. I handed him a mirror, and he looked horrified. “Sorry Zayn, but we just had to. On the bright side, I didn’t have to cut it!” I exclaim. If looks could kill, I’d be laying on the floor dead. I put my hands up in surrender. I sent him back in line. I put up his hood and gave him his sunglasses. The next person was Harry, and the only thing problem I saw was his curls. I looked at him, then got an idea. “Sorry Haz, but we’re gonna have to straighten your hair.” I giggled. He looked so crestfallen. I patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, it’ll be back to normal later.” I attempted to reassure. He sighed, and said “just hurry up with it.” I straightened it, then mentally told the other boys not to laugh. I think they got it. As I put Harry back in his place, I moved on to Niall. He seemed fine. I handed Louis a floppy sun hat and Liam a baseball cap. Done with hair and accessories. Now onto makeup.
Checking to make sure I still have the boys’ phones, I get to work on Louis. I put on lipstick and blush, but not too much. I give him a pair of my sunglasses. He looks presentable. I smile. “Louis, you look beautiful.” I joke. I turn to Liam, who still looks angry. “It’s okay Liam, I won’t do too much. Just some lip gloss.” I assure. He looks angry still, but stays still as I work. I spray perfume on him, and he goes “What the hell?!” “Sorry, but perfume isn’t technically make-up.” He pouted some more. I looked at my work. Perfect. “Okay, so you are now family. Niall, Zayn, Harry, you guys are my brothers. Liam, you’ll be my snotty sister because you’re being a brat right now, and Louis, you’ll be my aunt.” I ordered. “Come up with names that go good with the last name Starr.”
After some negotiating we decided Harry was Benjamin, Zayn was Corey, Niall was Logan, Louis was Aunt Betty and Liam was Eliana. I put away all of my things, brushed my hair real quick (what? I didn’t want to look like a wreck!) and checked to see if the coast was clear. It was, so I motioned the boys to quickly step out to make it to the limo.
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It’s apparent I suck. XD
Hey, it’s my first story ever, so bear with me. Not sure how long this is, it’s about 2 ½ pages in Word.
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