The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 14

"You okay, Ty?" Léo asked placing his hand gently on my back
"Yeah course, 100% okay." I said with a shaky breath
"It'll be okay." He said taking my hand in his other one.
"I wish Em was here."
"She wanted to be here."
"I haven't spoken to her since what you said."
"I know. She told me."
"You two seem close." I said rolling my eyes but it was harder to concentrate on nerves and anger when he was stood so close to me, literally holding my hand.
"We've talked a bit more recently. Mainly about you."
"I bet you loved that."
"Highlight of my day." He replied sarcastically
"Léo..."
"Yeah?"
"For one second can you forget I'm a prince."
"Easily done."
"Ready?"
"Of course." He nodded
"I'm scared." I inhaled sharply waiting for him to mock me.
"I get it. I was scared for my first catwalk too." He said squeezing my hand.
"This is different from all the front page modelling or adverts. This time I have a live audience."
"And they're gonna love you. All you have to do is walk, okay? Don't smile or cry or give some random speech. You just need to walk." He told me
"I can do that."
"If you can't I'll make fun of you, there's your motivation to do this. You can do it. I believe in you." If I wasn't wearing 50 layers of make up I would be crying. People don't tell me that often.
"Thank you." I smiled
"Ready?"
"Ready." I nodded confidently. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

The music began to slow. Léo was the model to open the show and I got to end it. I was given the most important job. The last thing they see. If I mess this up the whole show is messed up. No pressure.
"I'll be back in a sec." Léo assured squeezing my had one more time before walking onto the runway. Walk isn't the right word. Saunter? Stride? Sashay? Strut? Whatever the word, it was confidence. Calm. Sharp. Cold. Strong. Elegant. It was everything. I never knew walking could draw me in as much as he did. When he turned around to come back his mask of frost blurred for a second and he winked. At me. He winked at me. Before continuing his serious look of hatred for everything. He just winked at me. I need to get over myself. It's a normal guy thing to do.

"How'd I do?" He grinned jumping around. Where does all his energy come from?
"Yeah good." I smiled. My nerves were pilling up again.
"Good?"
"Amazing, fantastic, the best I've ever seen."
"Good." He chuckled "you excited yet?'
"Still scared." I admitted
"It's fine. I'm here. If anything goes wrong I have my ways of making them think it's part of the show. No one will know and everyone will love you."
"You sure?"
"Type, I've been doing this since I was 7 years old. I know a model when I see them."
"You do realise we're on about me right?"
"Yes, Type." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Promise it will be okay?"
"I promise."

When my song started playing I was bricking it. As the closing model I got my own song of course. The beat started and I closed my eyes and took a breath. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. Then I stepped onto the long catwalk ahead of me. No emotion. Cold. I told my features hoping I looked emotionless and cold instead of grumpy. The lights were blinding and I was strongly aware of everything. I kept in time and successfully walked in a straight line with no problems. I felt amazing. After I reached the long end of the runway I had completely relaxed. It's kinda fun. Léo held his thumbs up and it took every fibre in my soul not to react.

I'd done it. I just modeled infront of thousands of people. I'm amazing. I felt amazing.
"That was brilliant." Léo smiled giving me a hug. I was not expecting that. Was it bad? No. Did I mind? No. Did I hug him back? No.
"Was it really okay?" I asked wanting to steer away from the awkward atmosphere he'd created
"You were amazing." He smiled pulling away finally.
"Thanks." I did not blush. No matter what people say, I didn't blush.
"Are you blushing?" He smirked smoothing one of his fingers against my cheekbone
"No." I swatted his hand away "it's hot in here."
"Sure." He nodded.
"Can we just get changed?"
"Yeah. Okay." He nodded
"Is there not a little end clap thing?"
"Miller doesn't like them. He wants all the attention for himself." Léo replied fondly
"Come on then." I walked towards the small room.

"Dude I'm stuck." Léo groaned. "Where are the dressers when you need them?"
"The what?"
"The people that dress you."
"Ugh. I hate them."
"Ah thats why we don't have any."
"I'll help." I offered trying to prove we didn't need one.
"The stupid button is stuck." He said showing me a stuck button at the base of his throat
"If we just... then like this...." I mumbled focusing on the button.
"Getting there?"
"It's a strangely complicated button." I groaned
"I know right." He chuckled and the warm air that hit my face suddenly made me aware of his proximity.
"This is hard. The button I mean."
"Hmm." He agreed softly and when I had the confidence to look at his face his eyes were softly closed. I reached out and gently traced his lips with my thumb. His eyes shot open and I instantly regretted it. But seeing as I'd already gone so far I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Just one. I couldn't bring myself to do another and I rushed getting changed and ran away. Like I always do