Twisted Minds [h.s]

F O R T Y

how tf we already on chapter forty LMAO my chapters r too short

chile anyways

that's sophie btw and exactly what she's wearing^^^ she's an icon we stan her ok we don't tolerate sophie haters here

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"Blink... And— blink." Nora stands above me as I sit on the bed, applying my makeup for this fancy ass party.

"Ow— shit." I lean back as she holds the mascara wand up to my eye.

"Babe, I'm literally nearly done. Harry will get mad if we fuck up his evil little plan being late, because he's a child." She mumbles before grabbing my face with her hands and continuing to apply the mascara.

I've prepared myself as much as I possibly can for this event, but to say that I'm nervous is an absolute understatement.

I was tossing and turning all night that I'm sure Nora wanted to turn around and absolutely snap my neck. But I can't help how absolutely petrified I am of tonight.

I mean.. as much as I've been saying that I'm not killing anyone. What if I have to? What if it comes down to it, and I'll have to kill a person?

Even worse— what if I have to kill multiple?

As much as I'm physically prepared, I just don't think I'm emotionally prepared. But I need to do as I'm told, it's the only way that this life will ever be remotely tolerable. Breaking rules and bailing out just isn't an option for me if I wanna survive.

"Okay, done." Nora steps away from me and admired the work she's created on my face. "Go get dressed and then you can look in the mirror."

I give her a quiet 'thank you'  before walking into the wardrobe and shutting the door behind me.

I strip out of my old, over worn sweatpants and t-shirt, and squeeze on the elegant dress that Harry insisted I wear, being careful not to irritate the stitches that are almost fully healed.

I look down at it as it cascades down my body and I find myself being actually quite fond of it.

There's a large slit on one side so that my entire leg is on display and it's covered in different textures and materials all ripped through it.

It was a peculiar looking dress, yet I can't deny the fact that Harry did make a good choice— and it fit perfectly.

I slide on the silver heels and finally clip the hair piece into my high pony tail, deciding that I'm finally done and ready to go.

I step out of the wardrobe and my eyes fall onto Nora standing there wearing a fitted, floor length, black dress— looking like an absolute goddess.

Her mouth falls open when she sees me as does mine when I see her.

"Sophie! What the fuck!" She exclaims excitedly as a gasp falls from her lips. "You are absolutely incredible, god these boys must be absolutely smitten by you." She compliments and I smile graciously, putting my hands on my powdered up cheeks.

"You're an absolute sight for sore eyes, Nora." I walk further out of the wardrobe and walk over to the full length mirror that's stood next to the blanket covered window.

The boys covered the broken window with a blanket to keep a draft from coming in and it looks absolutely ridiculous, but it's better than nothing.

As I catch a sight of what I look like in the mirror, I can't help but feel completely and utterly powerful.

"Oh, I look good." I nod my head as I feel the confidence pumping through me at my dolled up self.

The makeup she had done on my was black and smokey and made my blue eyes absolutely pop. My lips were nude, matching my dress. And all together, I looked like a completely different person— I felt like a completely different person.