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You're just finishing your hair when Zayn comes in and starts putting gel through his. You giggle as he starts spiking it up. He glares at you and you quickly look away, keeping the laughter in. You smack your lips as you apply a thin layer of lip-gloss. 'You look beautiful today' He says. 'Prettier than you?' you question. 'Never.' he jokes giving you a wink and walks away leaving you to beautify yourself.
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