Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

THREE.

"Must I curl the end of my hair?"
Bloom groaned as Laura used the curling wand to create large and bouncy curls that fell down to her back in thick waves.

"It's just one night," Laura begged her.

"Just one night," She mumbled staring at herself in the mirror connected to her marble dresser. Laura helped her with her make-up and helped her to pick out an outfit.

Bloom was dressed in a black leather mini skirt and a one-shoulder crop top which she matched with a white chuck converse. She grabbed a denim jacket in case the weather decided to act funny.

Laura was wearing a black bum short on her fishnet leggings with a white bralette, her combat boots looked big for her small legs.

"Ready?" Laura asked as she brushed her fingers through her short hair to mess it up a bit.

"I'm nervous but yes."

"Stick to the plan, don't give him the impression that we are lying," Laura warned.

She couldn't promise her that, Damian could tell when she was lying even from a mile. He had known her since she was eight and pretty much knew her in and out.

Bloom nodded her head and swallowed the dryness in her throat as they walked to the door, Laura looked took a glance at her as if to say 'don't mess this up,' before she opens the door with a straight face.

Damian was standing outside the door as usual when the door swung open. He turned to look at them with a curious stare. The smell of their perfume diffused down the hallway catching every nose.

"Going somewhere?" He asked Bloom but his eyes were on Laura who kept a straight face.

"We are going to have some girl time in the garden." Bloom was surprise she didn't stutter but her palms were sweating from her little attempt to sneak out.

"That's why you're all dressed up as if there is a party?" Damian asked, eyebrows pulling together in curiosity.

"There are hot bodyguards around, you don't expect us going around looking like zombies." Bloom laughed, trying to ease her nerves.

"Just for a girl time in the garden?" Damian asked with a heavy stare that made Bloom nudge Laura for help.

"Yeah, any problem with that?" Laura asked crossing her arms, her voice bitter nad flat.

"I'm not speaking to you Laury."

"It's Laura," She corrected with a clenched jaw.

"Don't care, let's go."He said and started walking away.

"Damian, we need some privacy, you can't come with us." Bloom hissed.

"Why? I have always been around when you're both hanging out in the garden"

"Well, we don't want you eavesdropping on our conversation."
Laura said taking a step closer to him.

"What do I look like to you? Some gossip girl? Whatever shit you discuss is none of my concern unless I find it a threat."
He said close to her face, towering her small height.

Bloom stood by the door side watching, she decided to let Laura handle it.

"She will be fine Damian, no one will hurt her. For God's sake, it's just a garden, a garden outside the building." Laura scoffed as if she is trying to teach him the alphabet.

"She is my responsibility, let me do my job."

Laura rolled her smoky eyes at his statement. "Meet me in the garden when you're done speaking to this moron." She said and walked away swaying her small hips.