DECIMATE H.S

That girl

M.C

I wake up stuck to the leather couch in reception, last nights event flowing back to me; the stalker.

I wave my hand around, looking for my phone.

I feel the cool metal of my shitty iPhone 4, blinded by the bright light.

Shit it's 7:58, Ash will be leaving to pick me up soon, I better tell her don't worry about me.

To: Ash 💕:morning, I'm already at work. I'll explain later x

I get up and head down to the model makeup room, applying my face for the day.

I hear someone buzzing in through the office door, assuming it's Ashley; I call out.

"Ash, I'm down here" I yell.

"What are you doing?" She chuckles.

I let out a sigh of relief once I hear her voice, knowing it's actually her.

She steps into the models dressing room just as I apply my lipstick.

"What are you doing here so early and why are you in the same clothes as yesterday?" She asks, leaning against the door frame.

"One of those gang losers followed me in the car so I stopped here, not wanting him to know where I live. He even parked here and waited for me to come out and everything! So I just crashed here" I explain, tousling my hair.

"Oh crap! Lucky you've got the security lock here so he couldn't get in! I wonder what he wanted?" She questions.

"I have no idea and I hope I never find out" I say, turning the mirror lights off.

"Well I've gotta start setting up today's shoot, I'll give you a buzz when everyone's ready and you can direct it" She says, going into the photography room.

"It's going to be really sunny today, why not do it outside?" I suggest.

"Yeah actually, natural light will be good with the floral range" She says, nodding.

"I'll go have a look where I can set it up" She continues, heading downstairs to scope out our options.

I'm directing today's shoot, pairing models with certain garments, props etc. Basically just being the boss of what happens.

I guess I should probably check the garments over and start hanging them to the assigned models rack.

I love my job!

H.S

I'm determined to find out that fucking girl.

She never came out last night, so I just left.

I will not be satisfied until I know who she is.

I can't have such a beautiful girl in my town without knowing all about her, it doesn't work like that.

Liam, Zayn and myself are in the car, cruising down the street.

I pull into the fashion centre car park again, just like last night.

I see her car is still there, she has to be in there still.

"What are we doing at the fashion offices?" Zayn asks.

"Just going for a stroll" I say, avoiding the truth.

"You're up to something seedy Harry, I can tell" Liam spits.

"Will you shut the fuck up, Liam? Just for once?" I say, turning around to face him.

We continue walking around the large building, following the path.

We see a photo shoot taking place, camera flashes reflecting off the buildings windows.

That's when my heart stops, that's when I see her; my girl.

I see the mystery girl from last night ruffling up her hair, dancing around to the photo shoot music.

I lean up against a large plant wall, lighting up a smoke.

I take in every move she makes with her toned body, hips swirling around, like hypnosis.

The way her toned arms move up to ruffle her hair, her prefect breasts just visible in the white tank top, still got me in a trance.

"Why aren't you speaking? And what the fuck are we doing here in the first place?" Liam asks, I don't answer.

"Firstly, what the fuck are you actually doing?" Zayn adds.

I look at the both of them on my left and right, then nod towards the girl and say;

"That girl will be mine" Smoke hanging between my lips, now they know I'm serious.

I see Zayn and Liam's heads snap towards me in shock, as if to say 'oh no', worried expressions present or their faces.

They know shit just got a whole lot more serious.

They know me too well.