Show Stopper (One Direction)

The curtains pull back, and I walk out first, sporting a pink and black bikini. I glance around at the full room, and all of the bright lights from the flashing cameras. I walk along to the beat of 'What Makes You Beautiful." I give the award winning smile I'm known for, then turn and walk back off of the stage, it being the last walk of the night. I hurry into the dressing room, and pull on my pants. I look over my stomach to my belly button, my belly button ring is a blue gem. The small area around it is still red, since I just got it about two days ago. It wasn't my choice to get it either. Since we've just started doing swim suits, my manager (Marlee), thought that it would look more attractive. Last year, they even gave me a tattoo. Like the real kind. Like needle, ink, everything. It says "PINK." It's right in the small of my back, so you can see it. The reason it's 'PINK.' is because I'm a model for Victoria's Secret.

I sigh and finish dressing, then walk out into the hall and grab my bag, ready to go home and sleep it off. I really wanted food too, like real food. Hamburgers, pizza, ice cream. I needed real food, and that's what I always get on Fridays. Since I don't usually have to go to in on Saturdays, I'll eat on Fridays, sleep on Saturdays, then work it off on Sundays. I smooth my black sweat pants over my bum, and slip my white IPhone into my hoodie pocket. I walk through the black parking lot as the cold London air hits my face, sending my brown, waist length curls all around my face. I get into my silver 2012 Trail Blazer, and plug in my phone. First thing that comes through the steel of my speakers is the first beat of 'Live While Were Young.' I groan and quickly change the song. I knew that song all too well. Not that I didn't like One Direction's music, I do! Its catchy and things, but just one member of that band will haunt me till the day I die. Harry Styles. He used to bully me out of existence! Okay, so back in the day I used to be a bit chunky. I had a huge bum, which I still have, and small boobs... I grew those out. He used to always make fun of me, so around 9th grade I went on summer break 'chunky' and came back skinny with huge boobs. He still bullied me, for anything he could.

I pull in McDonalds and to the drive thru.

"I want a Big Mac, with large fries and a supersized coke. " I say confidently into speaker and smile.

"Okay, and I'm sorry but our drive thru window has packed in, so would you mind coming in to get your order? We can get someone to bring it out if that's better for you..." The voice says from the speakers.

"I can come in!" I say, just trying to make this easier for the workers. I pull around and walk out, then lock my door. I walk into the small restaurant and the sent of oil and fat plugs up my nose. I sit at a random booth, and wait for them to call out my order number, 113. I glance around, and the booth exact opposite of me, is a familiar head of curls, facing away from me. The chocolate swirls sends chills down my back, and I get as still as I can. I look around him, and there's five other lads around them. I notice four from the band, and one with black hair, and bit of stubble. The curly-headed boy turns to face me. I freeze and our eyes lock. He smirks at me.

"Oh look who it is! Jordann Dreeeeeeeew." He says, holding my last name out, just like he used to. Purely to annoy me. He smirks at e when I just turn my head.

"I saw you in the sexy bikini. You should wear less clothes all the time." He laughs and I hold my hands in my lap to stop me from ripping his pretty little face off.

"Order number 113!" A lady at the front yells. Her voice was like an angel's. I smirk and get up, then start walking to the front.

"Nice ass!" I hear Harry call and his group of testosterone filled friends chuckling. I grab my order and go home. I live in a flat building, right off west main. I get to my penthouse on the top floor and smile as I walk in. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, huge living room, moderate sized kitchen, and my closet is heaven. I kick off my shoes and am greeted by my white papillon, Pebbles. I smile at her.

"Hey puppy!!" I say and pick her up. I carry her into my room and lay her on the bed. I eat, giving her the occasional burnt fry, then crash.

"I DONT DRINK LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE I DO IT TO FORGET THINGS ABOUT MYSELF."

My phone blares, and I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer, and roll over. I check the pink clock on my bedside table. "11:45 am"

"Hey Jordann! Its Marlee. I need you to come down to the-" She starts, but nay nay.

" What do you want at this God forbidden time?!" I ask, harshly into the phone. I'm not used to being up this early on a Saturday.

"Get down to the studio. We got the male model for your lingerie shoot!" She says cheerily, and I jump up.

"I'LL BE THERE IN TEN MINUTES!!" I scream into the phone then hang up. I'd been so excited about my lingerie shoot. I get to pose with a hot guy!! I rush down to my car after changing and begin the short journey. When I pull into the parking lot of the studio I park next to a black Range Rover. Sexy car.. Better be a sexy guy! I walk into the doors of the studio, and find Marlee's office. She walks out of the coffee room and I know its her. She has long blonde hair, and gorgeous hips. So what if she isn't a tooth pick? She's beautiful.

"Marlee Im here!" I say and she leads me into my usual changing room.

"Okay, so you'll be wearing this!" She says and holds up a black push up bra, with a see through black attachment that ends probably right below my bum. She also hands me a pair of zebra print undies, that are indeed skimpy. This should be fun.

After I get changed, she pulls me out into the hall.

"What about hair and make up?" I ask and shut the door.

"Well, you're going to meet the guy, and you'll get it done together!" She opens the door to a small guest dressing room, and there, standing in tight black boxers and a loose tie with a half un-buttoned white shirt is, Harry. My eyes almost bulge out of my head, and he just smirks.

"Why hello Jordann." He says and I can almost smell the horny radiating off of him.

"Why are you here? You aren't a model." I say in the most bitchy tone I can produce.

"He's here because we ran out of models, and he's damn near close to one." Marlee answers and cross her arms.

Harry and I are taken to the hair and make up lady, and sat so close to each other we could have been having sex, and no one would have noticed. The lady starts applying make up on me, and Harry smirks.

"Slap some more of that shit on!" He says and I clench my fists. We haven't been together for ten minutes and I already want to rip his vocal chords out.