Fix A Heart (Austin Mahone Love Story)

Part twenty six

I looked at the clock and saw it was 5pm. I still had two hours to finish my makeup and hair, which I should be happy with by then. Austin would most probably arrive early though, he seemed almost too eager to take me to this dance. It was adorable though. I sat at my vanity table and started to apply my make up. I kept it pretty simple but used a little more than usual and made my eyes a lot more detailed. My eyeliner was a little thicker than usual and had a bigger flick emerging from the corner of my lashes, which I must say looked so long when I was finished.

Once I was satisfied with my carefully done make up, I started on my hair. I was going for an updo but with a piece either side curled so they would hang down each side of my face. I added volume to the top of my hair before carefully pulling it into a loose but neat bun. I clipped where necessary and sprayed hairspray to keep it all in place. When the hard part was finally finished I began wrapping the first piece of hair around my curling iron and leaving it until the curls were perfect. I did the same to the other side too. I sprayed the whole of my head for the final time before checking how it looked in the mirror.

I was proud of my work. I was never good at doing my own hair and make up, I guess I didn't have anyone to really teach me. My dad wasn't exactly an expert and my sister was younger. I would have preferred someone else to do it for me but I wasn't going to end up looking like a Barbie doll like the rest of our year. I wanted to look natural but pretty.

I took a look at my turquoise dress that hung from the back of my bedroom door. The chiffon material fell softly, and looked beautiful. After admiring it for at least three minutes straight, I picked it up off if the hanger. I slid out of my shirt and shorts that I had on to get ready, then I slipped into the dress. Just as I lifted it up over my chest I realised I couldn't reach the zip at the back. Almost as if on cue there was a knock on the door.

"It's Michele, do you need any help" Michele asked through the door.

"Actually yeah, you can come in" I shouted back.

She immediately noticed why I needed her assistance and zipped up the back of the dress slowly, making sure she didn't damage it in any way. Although the material was strong, it still looked so delicate. I thanked her when she was done, putting my shoes on.

I looked up into my full length mirror in front of me. I studied myself, not even missing an inch of myself. The dress made me feel different. I felt so feminine, pretty and maybe even beautiful. I know it sounds conceited but I just felt completely different. It's crazy how make up, hair styles and dresses can change the way you look and think about yourself. I never ever thought I could be beautiful. And I wasn't fully sure if I looked like that now. But I did feel so much better about myself.

Michele laid her hands on both my shoulders; looking at my reflection too. I looked up and saw her tear filled eyes looking at me. They weren't sad tears though. I could tell.

"Wow, you look amazing Alix. " She told me.

I smiled at her, not really knowing what to say. I always imagined getting ready for a big event like this and my mom to be behind me, telling me how proud she was of me or telling me how good I looked. I wasn't complaining that Michele was there though because she was great. She was always there for me. I was so grateful for that. I had to just forget about this whole mum thing, even if it hurt not to have her here.

"There's a very eager teenage boy down there waiting for you" Michele whispered, throwing me a huge grin.

I turned to face her and smiled. It only took about five seconds before I had my arms wrapped around her. "Thank you for everything" I stated.

"You don't have to thank me for anything. You make my son happy and I couldn't ask for anything else" she told me. I knew she meant what she said. Austin did seem a lot happier since we have been together. Of course I didn't know him that well before but I knew he was broken. That was as clear as day.