In A Snap- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction

Chapter Two

"I am not going out of this house wearing this, Meg." Samantha grunted on the other side of the door. She was inside her room, all dolled up by her very own sister. They were getting ready for the welcoming party. Yes, that is how grand Collins are.

"Come on, Samantha. It's not that bad." Meg pounds the door, having a ringing effect on Samantha's ear as she was leaning on the door herself.

"You messed me up badly." Sam said sternly. She walked back up to the full-length mirror, seeing her reflection. Her hair was dip-dyed into chocolate brown, fixed in a braided updo. At least, that's what Meg had told her. She fixed the hem of the end of her black, sleeveless  lace dress with a red silk cloth covering the part of the waist. Her eyeshadow which made her eyes have smoky effect. Not to mention the black Katie clutch she was holding alongside with her black lace-up heels. 

She grunted, "You even dyed my hair, Meg." She shouts from the inside, hoping her sister will hear her who was along the corridor.

"It's time for a change, you know." Meg, who looked obviously annoyed by her sister's stubborn attitude.

"This will be the last time you make me look girly, understand Meg?" Samantha said.

"Just get out of here, Monty." Meg says, using her made-up nickname of her sister. Samantha took a deep breath, taking hold of the golden doorknob of her temporary room for the summer. She looked down on her heels, noticing how much it had hurt on her feet and it has only been barely 15 minutes. She twisted the doorknob, eventually opening the door, revealing her sister who had her blonde hair flowing an inch below her shoulder. She was in an Aeropostale jumper and a pair of skinny jeans with black sneakers.

Samantha's mouth was as wide as a gaping hole, "You get to wear casual, and I have to wear this itchy dress?" She yelped.

Meg's blue eyes rolled, "At least one of us has to look formal. You got to wear casual last year. It's my turn to." She says, guiding her younger sister down the stairs as she struggles on her heels.

"I'm going to kill you later." Samantha muttered.

"Whatever. I have your SLR down there. Just wondering if you wanted to take pictures." Meg muttered, making Samantha lighten up a bit.

"Remind me to lock my door again if you ever plan to get my camera once more." She says, curving up a fake and innocent smile as soon as she got to their big garden at the back. It was all fixed and wrapped with colorful christmas lights. There were about a dozen round tables with white silk tablecloth, pairs of champagne glasses carefully cleaned on top of each round table. And by the side, there was a long, rectangular covered table filled with food. A buffet perhaps.

As soon as the sisters entered, all the guests shifted their gazes to the Collins sisters. Their family was quite popular back in Doncaster since they had known that Samantha and Meg's grandfather was known as one of the best leaders of the town. And that's where they got the money to move to London and back and forth every summer. Although the townspeople really never knew the story to why there mother wasn't there all the time, every summer. Their dad had a cover story, saying that their mother was working abroad in Canada for 17 years straight, and she couldn't possibly leave since her 'career' was demanding.

"Why, Samantha! You look magnificent tonight!" One of her grandfather's right hand man approached her and kissed the top of her hand, making her cringe. She wasn't the type to go to boring and fancy parties like this.