Adopted...by LOUIS TOMLINSON??!!

This a story about fraternal twins named Felicity and Megan. They've been in foster care for 5 years since their parents died in a plane crash. The funny thing about these two, Felicity was born one minute earlier than Megan on December 31st at 11:59pm and Megan was born on January 1st at 12:00am. They have just celebrated their 14 birthdays when their adopted. Adopted by Louis Tomlinson of One Direction! This is a dream come true for the girls. Only one thing is standing in their way of a bright, happy future. What is it? Their dark, sad past. Will their past ruin their chance at a happy future? or will their new family help them get through it. Read to find out in "Adopted...by LOUIS TOMLINSON??!!"

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7. My Makeover (by:<3Directioneer99<3)

 Felicity

I was totally pumped! I love to go shopping. Dad led us into a big stone building with sliding glas doors. When we went through the doors, we came out in a HUGE room made almost entirely of glass with a woman at a reception desk in the middle. "Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. Dementry will see you now." Wow, if this isn't creepy, I don't know what is. Dad smiled and led us through a pair of Star Trek-ish doors. "Uh, who is this guy we're going to see," I asked nervously. I didn't really like the feel of this place. Dad smiled at me and said, "He is the stylist that will give you your look-for the paparazzi-and will probably give you a name to go by." One look at my sister and I knew we were thinking the same thing, great, this guy was going to try and change us. Well, good luck with that.

   Just then, a guy that looked like a blonde haired, blue eyed version of Taylor Lautner walked out from behind a white curtain. Dang, he was HOT! "Good afternoon ladies, Mr. Tomlinson," he said in a voice like honey. "Let us begin." He turned to my twin, "Your full name?" After a brief pause, "Megan Jayy Tomlinson." He smiled while looking her up and down thoroughly. I swear, if he didn't stop that, I was gonna deck him. Finally, he left her alone and called, "Dylan, come here. Megan, you will come with me." Megan looked at Dad for reassurance which he returned with a smile. After Dementry and Megan disappeared, a really cute boy with dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes came up with a smile and said, "Hi, I'm Dylan." I smiled back and said, "Hi, Dylan. I'm Felicity." We shook hands and he said, "Now, will you please follow me?" I hugged Dad and followed the blonde hunk down a hall to a door marked with a silver 4.

  Dylan smiled and said, "Now, as I can see from your outfit for the day, you are a fan of dark colors and Batman. Your personality says that you are a naturally bubbly person but your shine has been diminished by a terrible tragedy. From what your father told us over the phone, your favorite colors are black and hot pink, you are a fan of One Direction, Little Mix, Cody Simpson, and Big Time Rush. He also told us that you love to read, write, sing, dance, design, and own more makeup than and entire Lancôme kiosk in Dillards. Now, will you please tell me your full name?" I was blown away by his observation of my personality. I finally managed to say, "Felicity Dawn Tomlinson. And, Dad also forgot to mention that I also like Avril Lavigne, Anthem Lights, Cher Lloyd, Ed Sheeran, Imagine Dragons, Ke$ha, Macklemore, R5, The Script, Soulja Boy, Selena Gomez, Swedish House Mafia, Train, The Wanted, and a LOT of other artists." He laughed and said, "I'll be sure to let him know. Now, please wait for my assistant Jenna."

  After about 5 or 6 minutes, the door opened and a slim blonde with incredibly blue eyes walked in. "Hi! You must be Jenna. I'm Felicity," I said while standing up and going to shake her hand. "Yup, that's me! It's very nice to meet you, Felicity." She instructed me to sit in one of those salon-like chairs and set to work on the task of curling my long, thick, dirty blonde hair.  After she got that done, she painted my nails sparkly black with sparkly pink designs. She didn't bother with my makeup because I had already done that this morning. Just as she finished my nails, Dylan walked in and a HUGE smile lit his face when he saw me. He dismissed Jenna after I gave her a hug and we exchanged numbers.

  I was looking in the hand mirror when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. I turned around to find myself face to face with a smiling Dylan. He slipped his hand into mine and lead me to another room that was part dressing room and part closet. My new wardrobe consisted of bright colored tops and black leather jackets, punk-style dresses, a score of mini-skirts, acid bathed and ripped up jeans, an entire Journey's worth of Converse and DC's, heals, flats, leather knee high boots, flip-flops, and more makeup than I own. I left his side and went immediately to a black and pink dress that was strapless and came to about my mid calf. I picked this up, handed it to Dylan, and went for some shoes. I picked a pair of XX-hi Chuck Taylor Converse boots that were pink and black. I threw those at Dylan as well as I went to look through all the accessories which included earrings, necklaces, bracelets, bags, and hats of every kind. I picked out a pair of girly skull earrings with the matching necklace and bracelet, a black leather across body purse, and a black sparkly bow clip to hold my bangs back out of my face. (http://www.polyvore.com?chapter_my_makeover_adopted...by_louis/set?id=94646471)

  I took everything from Dylan and went into the dressing room to try them on. When I came out, Dylan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I looked in the mirror and had to admit, I looked dang HOT! When I turned around, Dylan was still starring at me. I blushed and looked down. I'm not used to this kind of attention. I turned back to my closet, lost in thought. I jumped about 5 feet when Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Your dad wants to have all this back at your house and organized in your closet by the time you get back. Do you approve?" His voice in my ear and his warm breath wafting over my skin sent shivers through me. I could only nod as he chuckled and pressed his soft, warm lips to the spot behind my ear where my neck and jaw meet. This boy was trying to kill me.

  I turned around so I could ask him what he was going to do with my other clothes because, I didn't want to get rid of those. Before I could utter a syllable, he pressed his lips to mine. I was taken off guard and stumbled back into the wall. He followed me and proceeded to deepen the kiss. I decided not to fight back and just go with it. He would only break away long enough to allow me to get a lung-full of air before he put his mouth on mine again. He finally let me go. That was totally out of the blue and, he messed up my makeup. I went to the full length mirror and made myself presentable once again. After I was satisfied, I proceeded to straighten my clothes and hair. Dylan was behind me the entire time, checking me out. After I was don't making myself presentable again, he apparently felt the need to try to give me love bites. Before he could though, I gently pushed him away and said, "No. Do you really want my dad to find out and try to strike the fear of God into you? I have full faith that he would, too." He just chuckled, pecked my lips lightly once again, and said, "Come. It's time for the reveal of your new look."

  Good Lord. I've gotta talk to Jayy later.

 

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