Chapter 14

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by irwins_cake

by irwins_cake

•Amelia's Point Of View;•

So I'm currently sat on my bed with mounds of clothes stacked everywhere. My phones in my left hand and I'm debating weather to call Louise. I had no idea that picking an outfit would be this hard. I bet any money Luke threw on what he usually wears; a Nirvana tee and black skinnies.

But it's harder for a female. Much, much harder.

I huffed and dialed Louise's number. After a few rings, she finally picked up.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Louise, I need your help. I have a date with Luke tonight and I don't know what to wear. Can you come over and help me please?" I begged.

"Yeah, sure thing. I'll be round in 10."

"Thank you so much. See you later," I chucked the phone on my bed after hanging up.

I huffed and minutes later there was a knock on the door. I shot up from my double bed and ran downstairs to open the door for Louise. I reached the door and opened it.

"Louise!" I smiled and indulged her in a hug.

She laughed slightly before we both pulled away and I took her upstairs. She dropped her bag at my door and immediately turned to the mound of clothes lay on my bed.

She picked up my clothes and sat on the bed with them on her lap. Once she looked through them, she smiled to herself and kept 4 items which consisted of; my black, red and white checkered dress that I brought for a house party last year, some white frilly socks, a pair of black and white shoes and a hat.

{A/N: Outfit at the side.}

I groaned, there was a reason I haven't wore that dress for ages, I hated it.

"Stop groaning. This will look perfect, now go and get changed." She said.

I didn't make a fuss before standing up, picking up the horrible dress, and walking to the bathroom to get changed.

I walked out and Louise was tapping away on her phone. I coughed slightly and her head shot up before she gasped and dropped her phone beside her, "You look beautiful, Millie."

"Thanks, but Louise I hate this dress," I look down at my shoes.

"Why?," She paused, "Have a look for yourself." She pointed to my full length mirror.

I took a breath before walking up to it and standing in front of it. I raised both my eyebrows and smiled. Louise was right. I didn't look horrible, for once I actually looked beautiful.

I spun on my heels and turned to face Louise. She saw the smile that had formed on my face and gave me that, 'I told you so,' look.

"Eh," I teased and she scowled.

"Now sit down and let me do your make-up." Louise grabbed my shoulders and sat me down on my bed before pulling up a chair and grabbing my foundation.

I wasn't a massive fan of make-up, I'd only put it on for special occasions.

30 minutes and multiple dirty make-up wipes later, she'd finally finished and smiled like a artist admiring their masterpiece. Well, at least I hope I was a masterpiece. She gave me a smile before turning to my mess of a hair.

Strand by strand, Louise began to lightly curl my hair. It wasn't long before she was finished and saying goodbye and good luck for my date with Luke. I sat upstairs and put on some jewellery when I heard a knock at the door.

A lump had formed in my throat and I gulped, forcing it to go before going downstairs.

Here goes.

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