Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


19. Brooke


 “Lia?” Niall asks, coming in to the kitchen. Harry looks up, sighs and returns to drinking his coke. I go to open my mouth but he walks out before I have a chance.

“What's up with him?” Niall asks, frowning at the doorway.

“He's lonely,” I say, playing with a few grains of sugar on the counter.

“He has been kind of down since we left for Brazil,” Niall explains and I cast a glance at the doorway.

“I have surprise for you.” Liam exclaims as he walks into the kitchen. Niall fills up a glass of water and hands it to me.

“What?” I ask, eyebrows lifted.

“Come on,” He directs me to Niall's room and leaves me outside the door. He drags a clueless Niall away and I push open the door. I glance around and spot a girl with her back to me.

“Hello?” I ask, clearing my throat. The girl turns around and her green eyes are stunning.

“You must be Lia,” She smiles at me, showing off a set of perfect white teeth. I nod and smile back. She waves me over to a chair infront of the dressing table. I take a seat and she begins to pull my hair from it's plait.

“I'm Brooke but everyone calls me B.” She introduces herself whilst dragging a brush through my hair.

“I'm a make-up and hair artist around here. Zayn and Liam called me earlier saying that they're taking everyone out for dinner tonight and they wanted me to do your hair and makeup. Is that alright with you?” Her american accent is strong as she glances at me in the mirror.

“I don't see what you can do, so... I guess, go for it.” I smile at her and she begins pulling my hair into a messy bun. She secures it all away from my face and tells me about herself as she begins brushing my face with some sort of powder. I'm not allowed to see myself until she's completely finished.

“Anyway, I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. He was a total jerk. I caught him kissing another girl at the beach so I told him it was over and yeah...” She shrugs, looking deflated.

“Right,” She clucks her tongue in concentration as she looks at my long hair.

“I think...” She trails off, her perfectly shaped eyebrows coming together.

“Got it.” She decides with a grin. I sit still for Brooke as she pulls and heats and does god knows what with my dark hair. Eventually, she pulls back grinning. She slick something onto my eyelashes, across my eyelids and on my lips.

“Ready?” Brooke asks and I nod.

“1, 2, 3!” She spins the chair around and I gasp at my reflection. Light colours surround my eyes, making them appear a hazel instead of a deep brown. My lips are coated with a nude colour gloss and black pencil flicks at the side of my eyes. My hair is pulled back in to something that Brooke called a 'waterfall-braid' and my natural waves fall down my back to my waist. I swivel in the chair, not believing it's me in the mirror.

“Thank you, B.” I say, completely taken aback at my appearance. She flicks her hand in dismissal and I stand up.

“No problemo, Lia. Now for your dress,” She steps back and taps a finger to her chin in thought.

“I don't have any.” I say, looking down at the over sized shirt I’m still wearing.

“Doesn't matter,” She smiles, grabbing a suitcase from the floor and flinging it on to the bed. I watch as Brooke unzips it and begins to chuck clothes and shoes around the floor. I dodge them as they come flying at me, picking up random pieces.

“Here,” Brooke holds a dress up to me and I lift my eyebrows up at her.

“You want me to wear that?” I ask, my voice coated with disbelief.

“You'll look great,” She assures me, throwing the dress at me from across the bed. I take it, holding it up at arms length. It has a cream lace bodice with a skirt that falls to my knees attached. There are two triangular shapes cut out of the sides, revealing the skin on my hips. I slip it on and Brooke stands back, signalling for me to turn around with her hands. I swivel and she smiles, giving me a huge thumbs up.

“You should come tonight,” I tell her, smiling.

“Oh no,” She shakes her head but I persist.

“Please B! You're the first girl my own age i've met in a long time,” I plead and a smile hints at her full lips.

“I have nothing to wear,” Brooke complains but I just throw my arms about.

“You have literally a whole wardrobe full of clothes on Niall's bedroom floor!” I exclaim and she laughs, beginning to sort through them.

“You alright, Lia?” Zayn asks, poking his head round the door.

“We're fine, I’m just telling Brooke that she should come with us tonight.” I cross my arms across my chest, the lace feeling strange against my skin.

“You should,” Agrees Zayn, casting looks around the covered floor.

“Girls,” He mutters, shaking his head and leaving the room.

“See!” I say, taking a seat on the bed as Brooke frantically runs around the room picking clothes up.

“Give me twenty minutes,” She decides taking a seat infront of the large mirror. I wait for her and then it dawns on me.

“What about my feet?” I ask and she turns to face me, her face half done with make-up.

“Hmmm,” She stands up and walks around the room.

“These!” She suddenly exclaims a pair of huge shoes dangling from her finger.

“I would never be able to walk in those,” I insist and she ponders.

“Yeah, how about those?” She points to the side of the room where the Converse that Niall gave me sit. I smile and grab them, tying the laces once they're on. I wait for Brooke as she heads in to the bathroom to slip on her dress. She comes back out wearing a huge pair of sparkly heels with a cream and black dress on. It fitted her perfectly and she looked stunning with her long blonde hair in spiralling curls with the sides pinned back. I smile and realise she's a lot taller than me now with those shoes on.

“Ready?” I ask and she smiles, slipping her arm around mine. We walk out of the bedroom to be met by five pairs of eyes. 

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