An Order For Two [ Tronnor Oneshots ]

Photos and Models

{ Troye's POV }

"Big photoshoot in 30." my manager, Emma reminds me as she hands me my coffee.

I'm Troye Sivan, I'm 20 years old, and I'm a well-known model and singer. I've known Emma, my manager, for a while now, and it was about two years ago that she offered me the chance to be a model. I was already a pretty popular singer/ songwriter, with an ep out and a full length album. I guess you could call me successful.

But most of the time, I don't feel that way. Yes, I love what I do, but it was all just a dream not too long ago, and it still feels like one. It still feels as if I was living in a world of lies and uncertainty, too.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I fix my quiff in the mirror that sat in front of me, making sure it was perfect. I was told that the shoot was outside, and suprisingly, I was excited. I heard that the photographer was one of the best, and that they loved to take photos where most others didn't.

Taking my phone out of my pocket once more, I turn it on to see a couple texts from friends and family. One was from my mother, simply saying, "remember to smile". It was like a tradition, every time I had a photoshoot, she would text me, reminding me to smile. Even if I rarely smiled in shoots, I found it cute, and she had fun, so it didn't bother me.

"Ok Mr. Sivan, we're ready." A security guard steps out from around the corner, ready to escort me to the location of the photoshoot.

I shot her a smile, and followed her as she lead me to what I assumed was where I was supposed to be. Emma was already here, talking to the photographer, and was motioning for me to join her. Reluctantly I walked over as she introduced us to each other.

"Hello, my name is Connor Franta, and I believe you are Troye Sivan Mellet?" A man asked, well, more like a 20 year-old. The photographer had perfectly white teeth, his light brown hair down and set to the side. He had on a white tshirt, with what looked like a company logo embellished on the pocket, dark skinny jeans, and perfectly clean black tennis shoes. If it weren't for the camera hanging around his neck I would've guessed he was another model.

"Uh, yes, I am." I responded, shaking his hand.

"Ok Mr. Mellet, I guess we're ready."

aaand i'm going to leave the rest for you to be creative and use your imagination 😉

don't forget to keep reading!! ily all

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ps. maybe a part two? in the near future? *winks*