Niall: "NO NIALL! EYELINER DOESNT GO ON MY CHEEK!" I swat his hands away. "Oh. I guess that's why it's called EYE-liner" he chuckles and puts it away. I just rolled my eyes. "Ok what is this?" He holds up liquid foundation "that is foundation. It covers all the 'imperfections' like acne, my ugly freckles, so I don't really go outside of the house without it" I let out a big breathe I didn't know I was holding it in. With one finger Niall lifts my chin. Our eyes met. Even though he isn't saying anything I can just tell in his deep eyes. We froze in the moment. "You are beautiful" he whispers. We lean closer to each other, our foreheads are touching. "There is not a imperfection. All I see is you" tears are collecting at the bottom of my lashes. "Thanks Ni. I love you." "I love you to" he pecks me on my lips. "Ok so let's make you a cat" I giggle and let him do his thing
Louis: "Come on y/n please." The blue eyes immature teen wines. "No Louis I don't trust you with objects near my eyes" "the fans want to see it right guys?" Comments is taking over the phone. Louis is home for today and decides to do a live on Instagram. One of the questions said do y/ns makeup. He is on his hands and knees, knuckles folded, giving the puppy eyes. "Argh fine" he nods and runs upstairs to get your bag. "Thanks guys" sarcasm dripping from your lips. you give the death stare at the camera. "I got the goods." He spills all of the makeup on the table "I swear Lou. If you break any of this I'll break you" you say very serious "oh pu-lease y/n. I'm not going to break anything." Right on time he drops your highlighter. If you are in a cartoon smoke will be coming out of your ears and nose. "Uh oh" "you better run" you spat. He takes off running at the opposite side of the house. You chase after him. Let's just say Louis had to buy you new makeup with a black eye.
