80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #15- Two Halves

"Izzy!"
I yelled.

"What?"
He asked, peeking his head into my room.

"Can you help me zip the rest of my dress?"
I asked, looking at him through the full-body mirror.

"Sure, June."
He said, opening my door and letting himself in. He gently zipped my dress up the rest of the way before taking a step back.

"Thank you."
I said softly, smoothing it down.

"You look great."
Izzy said, looking at me through the mirror.

"Thanks. I didn't know what to wear, but I found this in my closet and threw it on."
I chuckled.

"It's perfect for the wedding. Or pre-wedding, I guess."
He laughed.

"Yeah, I just wasn't sure what to wear."
I said, turning to look at him.

"I'm just going in black jeans and a white button-up. I'm not getting dressed up to get shit-faced."
He reasoned, sitting on my bed.

"That's very true. Help me unzip, I know what I'm gonna wear now."
I said, moving to stand in front of him, and turning around so he could unzip me.

"And what might that be? The dress was fine."
Izzy shook his head, laying back on my bed.

"I'm just gonna wear blue jeans and this pretty white top."
I said, showing him the top that was strapless.

"Mhm. It'll look nice."
He said.

I nodded and walked into my bathroom to change. I quickly changed and let my hair down from the braided bun I had it in, just putting it back in a small clip with diamonds covering it.

"This better?"
I asked, stepping out of the bathroom and giving a quick twirl.

"Much, let me get ready, and then we can head over to their party."
Izzy groaned, getting off of my bed slowly.

"Okay, that gives me time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable."
I said, walking over to my desk where my makeup was.

"Go without it. It's just a small party full of people we know."
Izzy said, coming up behind me, resting his weight on his hands on the back of my chair.

"I don't wanna go looking all gross, though."
I said, spinning in my chair to look up at him.

"You never look gross. Just put on some lip gloss and figure out which necklace you want. And where that ring I gave you, will ya?"
Izzy said.

"I don't like to wear it, Izzy. You know that."
I whined, turning again to look in my jewelry box.

"I know, but it'll match your top well."
He reasons.

I sighed and pulled out the ring Izzy had bought me for my birthday one year. It was a gorgeous silver band with diamonds adorning it all the way around. It had a princess-cut diamond sitting perfectly in the middle with a heart engraved on the inside.

"It's so beautiful, Iz. I'm always afraid to fuck it up."
I chuckled, slipping it on.

"I know, but you won't, so don't worry about it."
He shrugged before kissing my head and exiting my room.

I sighed and shook my head before putting on light mascara and blush. I added some clear shimmery lip gloss, changed my earrings, added another necklace, and I was ready to go.

"Izzy, you almost ready?"
I called from downstairs.

"Heading down right now, Bug."
He said before I heard his feet hitting the wooden steps.