There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"Boys, stay away from upstairs. Drella and I need to get ready, and don't want any interruptions." Emily ordered, her hands on her hips.

"You can do what you want, guys." I said quietly, rubbing my arm as I rolled my eyes at Emily.

"Whatever, just knock if you're coming into the bedroom. Have you all got clothes with you?"

"Yes." They all mumbled, eyes focused on the TV where a sports game was playing.

Emily and I shrugged, wondering off upstairs.

We'd all been lounging around all day, watching movies and just chatting.

It was now time for Emily and I to get ready, as it took us longer due to doing our hair and make-up.

"I hope what I picked to wear is appropriate." Emily told me, shutting my bedroom door behind us.

"Ugh, I haven't even decided yet, what have you got?" I asked, going over to my dresser and looking for some underwear to change into.

I picked out a lace thong and matching bra, nothing spectacular but the set made me feel confident and sexy.

Emily was pulling some clothes out of a bag, laying them out.

While she was doing this, I stripped from my pajamas and pulled the clean underwear on, throwing Zayn's shirt on after.

I didn't care about changing in front of Emily, we did it all the time.

"Ooh, I love that necklace." I exclaimed, looking over the outfit.

"Do you think it goes?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Yeah! It looks lovely!"

Emily had picked out a black midi dress, black pumps and a chunky, silver necklace.

"Help me choose something?" I begged, opening my closet.

She came over and helped sort through the racks.

Finally, after a few minutes, she found a black, lace dress.

I actually forgot I owned it.

"Wear this, with tights underneath! Wear those black wedges too!" She encouraged, and I nodded.

I chucked the clothes on the bed with Emily's.

She sat down at my vanity, tipping out her make up bag.

Meanwhile I sat myself down on the floor in front of the full length mirror with my make-up.

I scattered it across the floor, sorting it out.

I applied my normal face make up, keeping it light and flawless.

I decided to make my eyes look sultry, but not go too over the top with it and make myself look like a scene kid.

I was just about to apply some eyeliner when there was a knock on the door.

I looked over at Emily to make sure she was decent.

"Come in!" I yelled.

Zayn poked his head in the door, his eyes were tightly shut.

"Can I open my eyes?"

"Yes." I laughed, watching as he entered the room, closing the door and plopping next to me.

"I need to fix my hair." He pointed to the little hairs peeking out from his beanie, where they'd formed after showering this morning.

I shifted over for him, and he plopped next to me.

Zayn grabbed some type of hair product and a comb.

"Babe, why do you have so much eye paint?" He asked, picking up an eye shadow quad.

"It's called eye shadow, idiot." Emily told him for me, throwing a make-up brush at his head.

"Hey!" He scowled, throwing it back.

I broke up the squabble before it resulted in pinching and hair grabbing.

Zayn and I were sat side by side as we continued to get ready.

He paused as he applied cream to his hair and grabbed the comb, studying us in the mirror.

"What?" I asked uneasily, worried that he didn't like my make-up.

"Nothing, we just look like a well matched couple." He smiled softly, shaking his head before continuing to run the hair tool through his dark hair.

I laughed and leaned into him for a second.

"I look fabulous!" He exclaimed after he was done, running the comb through his hair.

"Whatever you say." Emily murmured, causing Zayn to glare at her.

They were friends really, they just teased each other constantly.

"You girls have less than an hour to get ready, and then we have to leave." Zayn informed me, leaning down and pecking my lips.

He gave Emily's ponytail a tug on the way out, grabbing his clothes from my dresser and taking them downstairs.

"He's such an idiot, how do you put up with him?" Emily asked, applying her mascara.

"He just teases you because you react, he's sweet really. I wouldn't be going out with him otherwise." I spoke, finishing my make-up and shoving it all back into my make-up bag.

"You two basically live together." She chuckled, plugging in my curling iron and brushing her hair after spraying it with heat defense spray.

"We don't live together, we have separate houses." I rolled my eyes, clipping up the top section of my hair and starting to straighten it.

"Drella, he's always here or you're always at his."

"So? That's completely different from living together."

"How long have you been dating? Four months?" She wondered, trying to do the math in her head.

"Yeah." I replied, counting back to August when he asked me out.

"You two were serious after a few weeks, Drella. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"Leave it, Emily." I sighed, unclipping the rest of my hair and getting to work.

"I'm just saying, I wish Louis and I were like you Two. We can't spend the night at each other’s houses every night, we have to sneak around."

"That's because your parents would kill you both."

"It sucks sometimes, but guess what?" She asked excitedly, her newly formed curls bouncing.

"What?" I laughed, looking at her through the mirror.

"He nearly said he loved me this morning in his car." She giggled.

"Really? Why didn't he say it? What happened?" I asked curiously, dragging the straightener through the last wavy strand of my hair.

"He cut himself off and blushed, it was the cutest thing in the world." She gushed, spraying her hair with hairspray.

"I can't imagine Louis blushing." I laughed, turning my hair tool off and setting it down.

I stood up stretching, my back was stiff from sitting down for ages.

"Damn, girl! You look good!" Emily exclaimed, getting up too.

"You too!"

We started stripping off.

I slipped on the tights and my dress, getting Emily to zip it up for me.

She pulled on her midi dress, it hugged her body perfectly.

She slipped on her shoes and clasped on her necklace.

We shoved our phones and some money into our jacket pockets.

I grabbed my shoes in my hands, not wanting to wear them down the stairs in case I slipped and broke my neck.

"Ready?" Emily asked, I nodded.

I glanced at myself in the mirror as we left the room, happy with my appearance.

Emily went into the living room first, and I followed behind, not wanting any attention.

The boys whistled, and Louis immediately took Emily into his arms.

Hands grabbed my hips from behind, spinning me around.

I met Zayn's eyes and he smiled softly.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, rubbing his nose against mine.

"Yuck! Take it upstairs guys!" Liam laughed, fake gagging.

Zayn flipped him off, pulling away.

He took my shoes out of my hands, bending down to slip them on as I balanced myself on his shoulders.

"There you go, Cinderella." He grinned, standing back up.

"Who's Prince Charming?" Harry asked, causing everyone to snicker, even me.

"Babe, don't laugh at his dumb jokes! That's it, you're back to being a maid now instead of a princess." Zayn huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his face, bringing his lips to mine.

I had a height advantage because I was wearing heels.

He seemed surprised at my actions, because I was never for too much PDA.

Zayn grinned into the kiss, pushing me back against the sofa.

He pulled my body to his and licked my bottom lip.

Catcalls were heard throughout the room, and I saw a flash from somebody taking a picture on their phone.

Zayn pulled away slowly.

We had a tendency to block everything out when we kissed or exchanged some sort of affection.

It was only him and I in that moment, nobody else.

"Alright, enough of the lovey dovey stuff! Let’s party!" Niall yelled, cheering along with the rest of the boys.

"Wait, who's going with who?" Louis asked, twirling his car keys around his finger.

"A couple of people need to be designated drivers." Liam said, and everyone turned to him with hopeful faces. "Oh for fucks sake, fine." He sighed, catching Louis's keys as he threw them to him.

"Zayn, Drella, Louis and Emily can go with Harry, he can be a designated driver tonight too." Niall said, causing Harry to groan.

"So you'll be going with Liam?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, the only people who have their cars are Harry and Louis, we'll all just have to swap and drop people off at their homes later." Niall shrugged.

"Alright, let’s go!" Zayn yelled, taking my hand in his.

And with that, we all parted to get into our designated vehicles.

Party time.

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