"We worry about the stupidest little things, like at home and, it’s just… I don’t know. There’s just so much goin’ on, like, in the world. I just feel like… we take things for granted too much and comin’ here [Liberia] is such a big eye-opener."
You sat on the comfy white chair, in you vanity. You were doing your makeup, just experimenting and trying out a new shade of lipstick. Harry, laying on the bed and looking at you through the mirror. ˮ Having fun? ˮ You questioned your boyfriend, making eye contact with him. ˮ Yeah. You? ˮ You nodded, continuing your make up. You cautiously applied a thin line of black liquid liner to your left eye. Then doing the same thing on the right eye lid. ˮ Why do you like to do your makeup so much? ˮ Harry asked you, sitting up in bed, his elbows holding up his weight. ˮ I don’t know. It’s fun to try out new colors. My face is like a blank canvas. ˮ He nodded, slowly. ˮ How come you’ve got so many tattoos? ˮ You asked him, screwing the lid onto the eyeliner. You picked up your favorite mascara, applying generous coats to both lashes. ˮ I guess same as you, my body was a blank canvas. I’m filling it up with meaningful art. ˮ He responded, sitting up fully and hopping off the bed. He walked towards you, stopping once he reached you. He sat his chin on your shoulder, looking at you from the mirror. ˮ You’re so beautiful. ˮ He said, kissing your jaw.
Mumma!ˮ Your two year old daughter giggled, wobbling down the stairs, Louis following behind her. ˮMumma!ˮ ˮYes baby?ˮ You asked her. Luna ran into into your thigh, playfully. ˮWhat’s up babygirl? ˮ She didn’t answer you. ˮI found her in our room. She was playing in your makeup basket.ˮ ˮYour were in my makeup? You cheeky little girl!ˮ You said, picking her up. He laughed at you, hiding her face in your shoulder. ˮMumma, lips!ˮ She said. Luna pointed her fingers to her tiny mouth. ˮLuna lips! Mumma, lips!ˮ she yelled. ˮYou want some lipstick, my love?ˮ ˮYeah!ˮ Louis laughed at your daughter. You carried Luna up the stairs, towards yours and Louis bedroom. You sat her down on the bed, grabbing your basket full of makeup. ˮwhat color babe?ˮ You asked, showing her two different colors. ˮPink!ˮ ˮOk. Pucker up, babygirl!ˮ You applied the pink lipstick to her small lips. ˮAll done! You look beautiful.ˮ You told her. ˮNo you! Mumma pretty!ˮ
ˮYou know you shouldn’t wear all this crap. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I think you have no real reason to wear this stuff.ˮ You told you, as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off your makeup. ˮZayn stop.ˮ ˮIm telling you the truth.ˮ He said. You wiped away the eye liner and mascara. ˮI think it’s horrible how all girls wear a ton of makeup, just to impress every guy.ˮ ˮJesus Zayn. Just stop it! Stop!ˮ You snapped at him. ˮDon’t tell me what I can and can’t do. Don’t tell me that I shouldn’t wear makeup. I want to, and I will. And just to let you know, not every girl wears a shit load of makeup. And it not to impress every fucking guy we see, trust me.ˮ You told him, angrily. You finished taking off your makeup and brushed your teeth. You then got into bed. You were pissed off. Zayn had no right to say those things to you. Not long after you, Zayn got into bed, cuddling into you from behind. ˮI love you. I’m so sorry, my love. ˮ He apologized to you. You kissed his hand. ˮIts ok. I love you too.ˮ
You were at home with your boyfriend Liam. It was a lazy day, just hanging around.ˮHey Li? Can I do your makeup?ˮ ˮNo!ˮ ˮPlease!?ˮ ˮNope, sorry!ˮ ˮOh, please Liam?ˮ ˮUgh! Fine, but don’t take pictures.ˮ ˮI wont!ˮ You dragged Liam into your washroom, making him sit on the edge of the counter. You started on his eye shadow, using a dark purple. Then you curled his eyelashes, with difficulty. You applied the mascara, and smiled. ˮOh Liam, you look like a pretty little princess!ˮ You giggled, handing him a little mirror. ˮMy gosh (Y/N)! I’m hideous! Take it all off please.ˮ He asked you, pleading. ˮWait!ˮ you said, quickly pulling out your phone and taking a picture of Liam with a face full of makeup. You posted it on Instagram and Twitter. ˮHey! You said dno pictures. You liar you!ˮ
"Wow! You look different," Niall said as he watches you walk into the dining room to sit beside him. You self-consciously look away, afraid of him not thinking you’re beautiful. This was the first time Niall had seen you without makeup. "My skin felt extremely oily this morning so I didn’t put any make up on," you mumble. "I could go put some on though, if you’d like me to." "No, please don’t." he interrupts, smiling as you slowly look up at him. You felt more confident. "I think you’re so beautiful. I don’t like when you cake that stuff on." You giggled and kissed his lips. "Thank you, for excepting me. I love you. "I love you too, gorgeous. " he kissed your shoulder.