You were sat in Niall's dressing room, rummaging through bags of makeup and hair products as he'd just gotten a call from his stylist, (Lou) to say that she wouldn't be able to make it to the show tonight.
Gently, you took Niall's wrist and swatched the silky liquid on his hand, hunting through bottles of foundation for the perfect skin tone before eventually finding the right tube around ten minutes later. Carefully, you placed a few drops on your finger and softly covered up the small pimples on Niall's face, blending in the foundation with a small beauty blender as he fidgeted around in his chair.
"Baby I need you to sit still or I'm gonna' end up poking you in the eye," you giggled whilst rubbing some concealer across the darker circles under Niall's blue orbs.
"Okay," he laughed back, placing his hands in his lap.
20 Minutes later, you had finished up with the little makeup you had applied, moving onto Niall's unruly and fluffy mane of hair. You pulled out a can of spray and began to play around with the strands, styling them upwards into Niall's usual hairstyle. You battled around with Niall's curls, applying extra product to keep them in place as you worked your way around him, spinning the wheeled chair that he was sat on.
"Alright, all done!" You exclaimed proudly, looking at Niall's finished look in the mirror.
"Thank you Princess!" He smiled, standing up to give you a tight squeeze, wrapping his arms around your waist whilst placing a passionate kiss on your lips.
"Okay Romeo, go and impress those eager fans of yours," you grinned, pulling away from Niall's embrace even though you didn't want to.
"I love you!" He called as he left the room to find his guitar, in a rush to get on stage and put on a great show.
