Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Trickery

Lotus' P.O.V.

"Are you excited!"

Lou asks/yells to me.

I nod and smile to her.

I actually am quite excited.

"Yay! Okay darling sit down, we've gotta get you ready!"

I sit down in the chair as she pulls my hair into a big messy bun on the top of my head.

She takes the tattoo cover up and runs it all into my neck and chest, covering not only the two birds but the bruises on my neck.

"That Kurt, he's always been aggressive don't take it to harsh." Lou says. I nod, agreeing with her in my head, but my heart is telling me not to stay.

Usually it would be the opposite, I don't know what's going on.

She then takes a lighter cover up and rubs it all into my face, taking her time to make sure it looks perfect.

She takes a lighter shade of concealer to the skin under my eyes, getting rid of the bags I have from waking up so late and sleeping for such a long time.

I yawn as I think about sleeping, and Lou grabs a translucent powder and apply's it to my face over and over agin, setting everything in.

She grab an eye shadow pallet, and opens it, revealing beautiful colors.

She takes the brush into a goldish color, and apply's it as the base. She then brings an almost white/silver color into the corner of my eyes.

She steps back and I open my eyes as she looks at her work and nods, approving.

She then takes a black liquid liner and apply's it almost as a cat eye, not long though. I shiver as the cold liquid sits on my face and we wait for it to dry.

"So I heard you're staying." She says, taking the mascara out of her big make up bag.

"Uh Ya." I say awkwardly.

She nods, almost as if I'm lying.

That was weird.

She takes the mascara to my eyes and directs me what to do with my eye lids, close them, open them, squint, that kind of stuff.

She puts the cap back on and smiles at her work yet again.

She then grabs a pink blush and apply's it to the apples of my cheeks, then highlighting my cheek bones with a bronzer.

"Gosh, that only took about two hours." She says looking to her watch and laughing.

It felt like 8 with the tension in the room.

She then curls the ends of my straight hair, making my hair almost look wavy.

"Okay, here's your pass for today, im gonna miss you." And with that, Lou takes all of her things and walks out of the room.

What the hell? Miss me? Did she mean til tonight? That was so weird.

She also never compliments me, which is weird because most make up artists or hair stylists do to their customers.

Whatever.

I walk over to the door and lock it, about to change into the dress and not wanting anyone to pop in while I am.

I put on the push up lace bra that's here and look at myself in the mirror.

It fits perfectly.

How do they know my size for everything?