Battle To Be Free (z.m) ✔️

Chapter 17

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Alanna’s POV

To say I was a little shocked when I woke up in the middle of the night would be an understatement. I thought Zayn would have taken me to bed, not that we would have fallen asleep on the couch like that. At first, I’d felt an overwhelming urge to get away from his accidental embrace, but as the time went the more comfortable I became and I didn’t want to leave.

Unable to stop myself, I started to stroke his chiselled features and admiring the sharpness of his jaw. Creepy I know, but I couldn’t help myself. I thought I’d been caught when he woke up but I did my best asleep face and I think he bought it.  

Now though I was facing a much bigger dilemma; Christy wanted to put me in an actual dress. I hated the idea from the start and I knew that I hadn’t worn a dress in at least a year. Growing up I had never been much of a girly girl and I always preferred to hang out with boys instead of girls. I think foster care had a lot to do with that.

However my sister was the complete opposite, always wearing pink and putting make up on. I had only ever put make up on once in my life and that was when Bella convinced me to sneak into a party when we were 14, so we needed to look older.

Christy wanted to Barbie me up.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She scolded. “We have to dress up otherwise the plan will not work.” I growled but nodded. “Good. Now try this on.”   

She handed me something blue and I didn’t even look at it before heading into the bathroom to try it on.  The dress was mid length and it was alright, apart from the fact that it showed all my back and that wasn’t something I was comfortable with other people seeing.

“Uh Christy?”

“Have you got something that shows . . . like no skin?” I asked hesitantly.

She came into view. “Why?”

“My scars.”

Her features lit up in understanding. “Oh yes. Sorry I forgot about that. Here try that and if your legs are bad too, we can put some tights underneath it okay?”

“Sure,” I responded before heading back into the bathroom. I tried on the red dress which would have been simple apart from the red lace which covered it. It came down to my mid-thigh and it covered all of my arms and back, which I was grateful for.

She gave me one converse shoe to wear, as my other was in a cast, and she seemed genuinely disappointed that I couldn't wear heels. I wasn't, heels and me have never gotten along. I came out of the bathroom and she gave a squeal, but when I looked in the floor length mirror I couldn’t see anything special. Then she attacked my face with make-up products, most of them I hadn’t even heard of, and started taming my wavy hair.

“Your hairs gorgeous.” She commented. I looked at her beautifully straight brown locks and wondered why she was jealous of my hair when she had hair like that. 

When she said I looked acceptable, she ran down the stairs while I just waited at the top of the staircase giving a pointed look at my leg. 

"Oh yeah," She said lightly hitting her forehead. "Zayn! Can you get Alanna's crutches?"

I waited there feeling like I was incapable of doing anything for myself, it was rather annoying. Zayn popped up at the bottom of the stairs and my eyes nearly came out of my head. He looked stunning; his hair was neatly styled and he was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and black trousers.

He coughed a little, I hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing while I was checking him out, but now his cheeks were red. Christy just looked amused, again.