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Chapter 10-

{TILLY POV}

I woke up to find two massive arms encircled around me. I turned my head and saw Luke sleeping peacefully. I smiled and began to move, "no stay." He mumbled not opening his eyes.

I laughed, "but babe. I've got to help George got ready for her date. She's probably already having a panic attack."

"Why? She likes Ash." He had opened his eyes and was now looking at me

"That's exactly it." He gave me a confused look but let go of me. I bent down and gave him a kiss. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. "George, you in there?"

"Till? Till I need your help." She opened the door with a towel around her body. "I'm trying to straighten my hair but I keep burning myself." I laughed at her and she just pouted at me.

"I like your hair. I think Ash does too." She walked back into the bathroom and I followed closing the door behind me.

"Really? You think?" I nodded. She sighed, "ok, I need help with clothes then."

We walked into our room and I noticed that her drums had been dismantled. I shrugged, she probably pulled them apart anyway. "Okay, so do you know where your going."

She shook her head, "only that we're going out at 3:30. That's all he told me, apparently it's a surprise." I nodded and walked up to her cupboard and started searching. "What's the time?" I continued searching.

"Uh...2:30"

"Shit I slept in big time." I laughed.

"Was he good?" This made me turn around.

"W-what?"

She looked up from her phone, "your really loud."

I felt my cheeks burning, "y-you heard us?"

She nodded and bit her lip holding in laughter, "answer the question, was he good?"

I smiled at her and she laughed, "so good." We both laughed a little more before I calmed myself.

"Okay, what about this?" I held up a pale blue dress and she sighed

"He said it doesn't have to be fancy."

"Yeah, but go in something that isn't a band shirt, god he sees you in that every day." She sighed and I turned back to the cupboard. After a few more minutes of looking I finally found something. I grabbed out some black skinny jeans and threw them in the bed, "put them on." Georgia did as I said. I grabbed a turquoise shirt which had triangles cut out of the sides. The sleeves were just two straps that had about an inch space between them. Handing her the shirt she put it on. I grabbed her black vans and put them next to her black tassel bag.

I sat behind her in the bed and begin to fish-take her hair.

"Should I put my belly piercing in?"

I tied off the braid and stood up, "yeah."

She got up and walked over to her table and grabbed the small silver box that had all of her piercing in it.

"Put the arrow bar in your ear too." She nodded and grabbed that out to.

Once she was dome I started on her make-up. I know that I'm the lead singer in a pop rock band but I loved doing this stuff.

I gave her a cat-flick and she applied her own mascara. She wouldn't let me put lipstick on her so we settled for a clear gloss. When I was finally happy she pulled on her shoes. I looked over at the time.

"George. It's 3:28." She nodded and but her lip. "Hey, it's all fine. You don't need to be nervous."

"I know I shouldn't but I am." She put her hands on her head, making me notice her scars. I frowned,