foreign feelings :) {Completed}

t w e n t y o n e : whoops, did i punch a bruise?

t w e n t y o n e : whoops, did i punch a bruise?

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Isabella's POV

After practicing for another like five hours it was around four thirty. And Aiden still wasn't back. I texted him about five times and decided to stop for any reason he could be in trouble. My nerves had tripled because of tonight. I look in the mirror as my makeup artist does the first look.He's a grown man, he can handle himself, he always has. If he was dead you would know by now. Hopefully.

"Close your eyes." He says. I obey and he puts some color of eyeshadow on. As he finishes I look into the mirror in awe. "I've don't do makeup because I usually don't look good in it, but this.." I say, looking at every detail painted onto my face. "This is beautiful. Thank you." I say smiling. James laughs at me lightly. "Of course love, it just takes the right colors and techniques to make it look good. Most people look good in makeup and your amethyst eyes bring it all together." I smile even bigger, my eyes always did make everything look better. He calls a plump but stunning woman into the room to do my hair.

Because it's so tangled, she curls it and brushes it while it's still hot, turning it into really pretty beach waves that fall over my shoulders. I look in the mirror then up at Teagan. "Thank you, it's so pretty," I say, beaming a smile. She smiles back. "Of course babe, you don't have to say thank you every time, James and I are yours, we'll be doing your hair and makeup each time." I nod, still smiling. She leaves and I take the fluffy robe off. I put the first outfit on, and wait. Ten minutes later, Melody knocks and then comes in. "You're turn is soon, five of the girls already went." I smile and nod, the butterflies throwing a party in my stomach.

As I walk through the small hallway, I stop before I come into anyone's vision. The girl currently on the stage walks past me, telling me good luck. I smile. Then I put that poker face on, and start that confident stride, I didn't have any at the moment, but I could definitely fake it.

Aiden's POV

I watch as she walks out from behind that wall. She walks confidently, but from the way her face is slightly scrunched I can see how nervous she is. I sit in the same chair I had earlier, and she wouldn't see me until she had to stop and pose. My stomach was all jittery as she got closer and closer. Then as she did her pose, we made eye contact and her entire confident façade demolished. She was about to get off the stage and come talk to me, but I look behind me and saw Melody shaking her head violently. Isa's eyes follow where I was looking, and she gets the message. She swallows and looks at me once more, her eyes finding my knuckles, and then who was sitting in my lap. She turns and walks back, stumbling as she neared the end. No matter what happens after this show, I'd still say she did amazing.

Isabella's POV

As I walked into my room, my entire body was in a state of shock. H-His face was cut up and his knuckles were all scabbed. I could even see a bruise forming under his right eye. My heart ached for him. What the hell happened to him. Oh, and Luna was sitting on his lap. What the hell is he doing? I mean she'll be asleep soon, but this won't be ending till like eleven. I snap out of my trance and change, trying my hardest to lose the worry building inside me.

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As I showed off the last outfit, I avoided eye contact with Aiden. Instead, I focused on the sleeping Luna in his arms and his very messed up hands. My heart once again leaped seeing him so gentle with Luna, but dropped as I turned around and was left with one agonizing question; what the hell happened to him?

As I made it back to my room, I heard Melody closing the event, followed by loud applause and then chattering, indicating people were leaving.

The pairs of underwear had been a little on the tight side, so as I looked in the mirror, I was covered in red marks. I couldn't put my underwear back on, so once again, I just threw the fluffy white robe on. Then I plop onto the couch.