Modelesque {H.S}

2- The Beginning

3 years ago
MILAN FASHION WEEK GUCCI SHOW

My heart was thumping.

I was standing backstage at the last and biggest show of the event.

During fashion week, especially in a place as fashion centered as Milan, the whole world is watching. Big customers, fashion enthusiasts and everyone between. 

Fashion Week was a gigantic moment for the world of haute couture and here I was a second year, un-experienced feeling model taking part in a big brand's biggest moment.

It was nerve-wrecking.

I started counting in my head the seconds from which the model in front of me had started her walk.

....1...2...3...4...5...

Now...

My team gave me my final sign and I strutted onto the runway.

My face stayed neutral and I pressed my lips , emotionless face that was so known to the Gucci brand on all of their models and I had practiced so much in the months leading up to this moment. The audience's gaze following me as I strode.

The walk felt as if it went on forever but the beating in my chest and fuzziness of my head had dissipated.  I reached the end of the runway, struck no pose, just as me and the other models had practiced for the times leading up to the event.

I made my way back up the way I had come from. The end of the runway was coming soon after a walk of about a minute, when I caught something from the corner of my eye.

A strangers gaze felt stronger than the rest. It was coming from a man sitting front row. he sat with his legs slightly parted and his fingers crossed and adorned with many gold rings. His brows slightly furrowed and his soft brown hair gelled back on the sides with a single curl stray hanging the front.

I shook him from my mind but my mind was fuzzier than before.

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AFTER PARTY

I arrived fashionably late at the hotel downtown I had been told it was being held. I took a quick look at my nude colored acrylics making sure they haven't chipped. The door of the taxi slammed and yelled a quick "Grazie" to the driver.

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The elevators shut and my finger hovered over the button...which one was it? I think 31.

It was dead silent and I was alone. I took a small step back and inspected my clothes in the mirrored walls of the elevator. There were some small wrinkles in my dress that I jumped to flatten out.

Before I knew it the elevator had come to a stop. The small box at the top still read "28", someone must be joining. I straightened out and held my golden clutch in my hand tighter than before.

There were three beeps and the electronic sliding of the doors then a tall man entered. He was wearing a bright turquoise suit.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could it be the same man who was sitting front row? It could be same guy considering that everyone at the building was probably only there via invite, especially someone who had been in the VIP area.

The doors shut and I tried to look forward, though the thought that the name-less man next to me could be the man who had stared at me with such emotion.

Don't be ridiculous Nalani you were in front of a crowd EVERYONE was looking at you

All of my thoughts diminished when he turned to me and said in a classy British accent the words ....

"Hey you were on for Gucci today were you not?"

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Heyyyy thank you for giving this story a chance and reading the second chapter.

So what I plan to do with this book is to have different stories going. For example his chapter, the one you just read being when they first met ( 3 years past) but there's going to be smaller side stories like just them as a couple (2 years past). The main stories will be present and beginning.

Does that make sense? Probably not hahah.

I might have some minor smut and fluff but I'm not sure yet.

Imagine Nalani however you would like, I'm not going to be writing what she looks like incase you want to imagine her as yourself.

Also Harry's hair is gelled like how it was on the DWD set.

Lots of LuV xx