The Runway [h.s AU]

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Lily Adams

This was the day where my aspiration could have a possible outcome of being literal.

I always aspired to be a model, I mean an authentic model, not a Victoria Secret model who ends up having a disgraceful reputation, not that all VS models are like that.

As a child, I was told I was pretty attractive, good looking and the epitome of a model, but I couldn't comprehend the concept of being well-known and paid for your looks. It's not like we asked to look like the way we look?

As I grew older, I began to understand if other people's concepts of me being a model surprisingly happens to be literal, it most definitely does have a huge benefit on me as a person let alone my life.

Currently, I am an assistant of Leo Caprio at Mode and it is the most horrendous job any human could ever experience. You do not know how many times I have walked in and witnessed a young lady bent over his desk. Yes, he is attractive, do not get me wrong, but all he wants is to get in women's pants. That's it.

In addition, I'm treated like a fucking slave. I find him very detestable. We do have execrable history that does not need to be mentioned as it is inexplicable.
The only reason I work as his assistant is the pay. $3,000 a week is not that bad.

After this model casting, I anticipate to immediately leave that job.

I am currently waiting in a queue behind these skinny girls. Tall, thin etc. in honesty, I never really paid attention to my weight and didn't give two fucks to be honest.

When I signed up for Lavish Casting, I was informed that I could be working with fashion designers like Karl Lagerfeld, or walking on Dior runways, Chanel, Moschino and all that crap.

I was quite uncomfortable as I was only wearing a excruciating black bra and black knickers, this was way to tight, it was almost like my boobs were lions wanting to escape out of a cage; that being the bra.

"Lily Adams!" I perceive my voice being called and fix my hair.

Shit.

There was this slim, long runway and it was obvious I had to do my strut, in result that I reach the people at the front and they interview me.
I kept evoking and acknowledging how Tyra Banks encouraged and supported the America's Next Top Model, models. However I had to make this my own. As from now, this is my catwalk.

With care and delicacy, I walked step by step, with all my eyes on the people presented in front of me.
Deep inside, I was petrified; however, I do know how to conceal my actual emotions.

The moment I reached the end of the runway, I did a spin and smirked more vehemently, to attempt to give that extra polish and sexiness.

"Hello.. Lily is it?" an older man sincerely question me.

"Hi and yes I-I'm Lil-y-y Adams. That's me! Haha!" Damn you reluctancy and awkwardness.

"We are just going to ask you a couple of questions, in result that we have a clear concept of you and what we may expect. Beginning with the first, how old are you?" He asked.
Damn you questions.

"I'm 20. " I simply responded.

"What made you want to become a model and how do you hope to pursue this aspiration of yours?"

"When I was younger, I was told by siblings and friends that I am an epitome of a model. The more I grew older, I started to comprehend the benefits and advantages if I were to be a model, this being it will help me as a person. I will pursue being a model by giving it all I have. I will work 24 hours a day if that is. I am very determined to make this aspiration fully literal, not just a hope of my own. This is something I truly do want. " I responded proudly.

"Thank you Lily, we hope to get in touch with you soon."

"Thank you". I exchanged the 'thank you' back.

In the corner of my eye, I could see a tall, attractive man with long, chocolate hair deeply staring at my with admiration, he had his pen on his bottom lip and was talking notes. No pressure!

I exited the runway with passion, with a hint if sass.

I presumed I was the last model as there was no longer a large queue.

While I am collecting my bags, I am approached by the same man glaring at me earlier.

As he approached me, I realised he has jade green eyes, he was almost a sex god.

The sexiness began to increase as he came closer.

He smelt of Armani perfume and looked lavished. I would bang him right now.

"Hello Lily, I admired your interview, it was impeccable. I would sincerely like to introduce myself, I am Harry Styles. CEO of Dior."

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