I rub the sleep out of my eyes before (literally) rolling out of bed. Ashley left last night because we both have work today, but I can't deny the fact that it got pretty late.
I splash my face with water, debating on wether I should shower or not. I decide to do so, and 10 minutes later I wrap myself in towels. I make my way to my closet to pick out an outfit for the to and from today. I end up with black jeans, a black croptop and a brown/red leather jacket. When I'm done I grab an apple from the kitchen before leaving the room to take the short elevator ride to the lobby.
The lobby is quite full of people, but I manage to get through and out into my car without out any but's.
It takes about 30 minutes before I'm there. When I'm inside I walk out of my wardrobe and into the shooting to have a few words with the photographer, as requested by him.
"I'm thinking group photos, you in the middle, in their lap and as company on their one and one shoot." Rufus Hornsby, the photographer, explains his visions with huge and eager hand motions.
"Sounds entertaining and nice. When do we start?" I ask him.
"Mr. Cowell insisted on you all having some tume to get to know each other. Comfort is the key. The band is all behind there in the sofa" Hornsby answers before walking over to his camera.
"Okay" I mumble, mostly to myself, before walking in the direction Hornsby had so quickly showed. When I rund the corner of the wall I spot the five guys that I'm pretty sure all are One Direction.
"Uhm.. Hello, I'm Blake" I speak, after nervously clearing my throath.
All their heads turns towards me before they all get up and over to me.
"I'm Niall Horan" The first guy introduses and they all go on introdusing themselves. The last one though, Harry, were particualry nice. Saying both hello and nice to meet you.
"It's a pleasure meeting all of you too. Are you excited for today's schedule?" I question them, hoping at least one will have the courage to speak up and we all can make some small talk.
"Pretty much." Niall nods.
"Photoshoots aren't really our thing, but they always turn out enjoyable" Louis smiles.
"That's good. I do a lot of shoots in between everything. Although I enjoy sleeping on a whole other level" I say to uncover the silly truth. "I'm only joking, It's a blessing" I comment after receiving several laughs from them.
"Could we take a picture with you? We're all fans of your work" Niall asks, pulling out his phone. I say yes, of course.
We all walk close and I pose in an interesting way as the opposite of the guys, which is kind of awkward but who cares. It's treasure.
Niall upload it to what I'm assuming is instagram, so I go onto the app to post it as well.
We chat for a good half hour, getting along on a great level, before someone comes calling at us.
"Get into hair and makeup everyone, the chairs are over there" The woman yells. We all get up, and I walk first in our little line over to my chair.
About five different people are hovering over me, doing their thing, which was both confusing and amusing to watch. Two people curling my hair is a bit too much, don't you think?
"All set, now grab your clothing" One of says, and I obey - walking behind the parting curtains. I quickly pull on the golden dress, and pull on matching shoes as well as the jewelry put out for me.
"One last thing" The same woman says. She grabs my face and draws with a lipliner and then a very red lipstick.
One of the staff members guides me over to where we are shooting. I step onto the "stage" as told, and get ready. The photographer does some test shots, before bringing the guys over to me as well. Then we're started.
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"Great job everyone. Expect the pictures later today" Hornsby yells, and we're "dismissed".
"Good work" I say to the guys, before changing my clothes. When I'm back in my own I grab my stuff, say goodbye to everyone, and leave. It's so tiring you have no idea, so it's good to just go home and chill.
30 minutes later I'm finally back at the hotel. After getting some pizza and taking a shower to remove the hair products and makeup, I'm all tucked up in bed watching The Kardashian's as well as checking social medias and snapchatting Ashley (who's still on set).
The magazine we did the shooting for will be up tomorrow morning, although the pictures were dropped a few hours ago.
I take a bite out of my last slice of pizza when my phone rings. I curously swallow and answer.
"Hello, Miss Davis, Simon Cowell here. My crew and clients would like to schedule a meeting for tomorrow at 12 o'clock. Would you be able to make it, or does it need re-scheduling?"
"Uhm, no 12 is fine. Is there a problem I'm unaware of?"
"No, no problems or difficulties. We will see you tomorrow. Good bye"
"Bye"
