Never Again

Chapter 13: the Job

When Niall basically whisked me away he brought me in front of an unnamed building with no markings to speak of except of some unrecognizable logo on the front, then i immediately knew where i was. Modeling! the one thing i dreaded most was people seeing who i was, especially my legs, the scars were beyond repair and the years of insecurites lead all to this point where i was about to embaress myself in front of niall and in front of a whole bunch of beauty experts. Who knew exactly what beauty was and where it lied, on the legs. 

"Niall this isnt a good idea, im not pretty enough, skinny enough, whole enough" i dragged, "would you shush, you're more than beautiful and body size, the requirements are that you can pose and sit still, and it pays a nice amount" he shushed me before scooting me through the front door.

All of these ladies were 2X the model ability as me, even the assistants. How did niall expect me to become this sudden beauty queen overnight? again my point, i am not beautiful. 

niall left me on the couch to go sign in, apparently he had phoned ahead and got a reservation/ tryout for modeling because within 10 minutes i was called back, i turned towards him nervously, "dont be nervous al, you're a natural, just do what you did when you showed me your new stuff" he smiled and pat my back, i walked ever so slow to get near the assistant and she then escourted me past these offices with glamorous styles and art. I began to feel like a plain jane. 

"This way ms. Alicia" she gestured toward a door that had black lettering on it, "Donna Parkington. -Fabulous magazine" I took a deep breath before walking in to see a stern older lady whom had no wrinkles on her aging skin,  beauty products i thought to myself. "Mrs. Donna?" i asked

"Yes, oh Alicia right? hello darling, welcome welcome come on in and sit down" she showed me the two seats in front of her desk, why didnt niall just come with me.

"So alicia, my niallbear tells me you have some workable talent in the modeling department?" 

i almost gave into a fit of laughter, niallbear, oh dear he would never live that one down. 

"Um yes m'am i suppose, i never really thought abou-" "stop right there young lady, there are millions of girls around the world dying to be my prime models for shoots to place in my magazine, and you suppose you'd like to become on of them? no no darling, you see, you have to want it" she cut me off to give me that "important" speech, i really didn't think people took modeling so seriously. 

"Oh pardon me, i would adore to work in such a prestige magazine with of course you and your staff its always been a dream of mine since i was 4!" i gushed in more of a goofy way than serious, but she seemed to buy it.

"Better." she spoke flatly.

After about a million more questions she opened a file door, and whipped out some paperwork, filled it and handed me a slip of paper. 

"thank you alicia, i expect alot coming from you" she smiled as i read the acceptance letter, i could'nt believe i was about to model for fashion magazine. The smile on my face was so genuine i skipped gleefully down the hall to tell Niall. As i emerged from the doors into the lobby, i spotted niall reading one of the fashion magazines, i slipped behind him and saw him looking at a girl modeling.

"I'm about to be one of those prime girls" i whispered deviously into his ear, he jumped and whipped around to see me standing there, holding my acceptance letter and smiling from ear to ear.

"you made it?" he gasped 

"yeah! are you surprised?"

"no just happy!" he gave me a too quick hug before grabbing the acceptance letter and reading it.

"you made it and you're even a prime girl i'm so proud!" he smiled. 

Things were starting to look up for me. Maybe my luck was changing, or so i thought.