love me or leave me ||alexander-arnold

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📍New York city, present day

I push back my hair and pose for the camera. The top I'm modelling is cute, maybe a little revealing but a nice colour. The sage green contrasts well with my hair and Georgie as usual has done a brilliant job on my makeup. All in all I feel great.

"One last shot, this time look into the distance and stop smiling entirely." the photographer says.

I do as I'm told and the camera clicks away.

"Thank you, that's all for today."

There's the usual hustle and bustle after a shoot, people come over to me and start brushing props and stuff away, my agent mollie comes over and starts asking me the usual questions of how I feel, what did I think, and people are talking all around us.

"Brilliant, now I've got to get you upstairs to the office for one second if you don't mind, just to sign some papers. Make sure you bring them with you to Liverpool, it's all legal requirements. Totally unnecessary and a complete waste of time, but has to be done." Mollie says.

We head upstairs, I'm given the run through of what's going to happen when I go back home and then am given permission to leave.

I smile politely, and head to the changing rooms to get back into my own clothes. The good thing about modelling is that you get to keep what you model. I've a load of clothes that I've got for free, and I haven't even worn half of them outside yet. I change as quick as I can because I have a lunch date with Faye. She's been wanting to spend as much time as possible with me lately before I go back home. It's been 5 years since dads death and 4 since I came to America. The last time I visited home was a year and a half ago.

I head out quickly. I'm running late as per usual, and the New York City traffic at this time of day certainly isn't going to help me in any way.

"Taxi!" I call to one parked just outside the modelling agency.

"59 street please." I say climbing into the back.

"Of course!"

One thing I love about taxi drivers here is they're always in a good mood. No matter what time of day, where you're going, whatever you say, nothing puts them off. It's brilliant. We drive as fast as possible through the city, and I gaze out the window. The infrastructure of New York will never fail to amaze me.

"The day you arrive on time is the day the world will end." Faye says when I hurry into the restaurant.

"Oh give me a break, I'm only 13 minutes late this time."

"Still late Demi. You've got to learn to be on time."

"Sorry." I make a face, "I got held back at the agency with a bunch of papers to sign before I fly back to Liverpool."

"I can't believe you're leaving. What am I meant to do?" she asks, shaking out her blonde hair.

"Work?"

"Ugh. None of your Liverpool friends can be as cool as me."

"You're right they're not. I'm still leaving though."

"I'll have to come in your suitcase. See if you have any cute friends over there."

"None."

"What about that soccer guy you mentioned? Any good looking?"

"Football player. And plus, Trent was my best friend from before we could even talk. I don't look at him in that way. And I haven't seen him for 5 years."

"I think it's poor friendship, ditching me here like this."

"Sorry, but I've been away for long enough. I miss Liverpool, and I miss my mum. And the football matches and anfield."