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Zayn, Harry & Loren looks
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Loren's Pov
I sat in front of the mirror, the tartness of the lime hit my taste buds, momentarily distracting me from the turmoil within.
I sighed, trying to convince myself that I wasn't using it to sober up from a drunken stupor, but rather to maintain emotional stability.
Zayn's unintentional hurtful words had left my heart shattered, but I refused to let tears stain my cheeks any longer.
With a resigned sigh, I closed my eyes and savored the last taste of the lime before discarding it in the nearby bin. The reflection staring back at me was a contradiction of sorts.
Clad in a sleek black silk shirt with the top button casually undone, paired with tailored pants and a slim belt adorned with a golden buckle.
A black trench coat draped over my shoulders added an air of sophistication while the net choker around my neck hinted at a rebellious streak.
I cut a figure of quiet confidence.
My chest tattoo peeked out from beneath the fabric, a reminder of past decisions etched into my skin. Despite my carefully tousled hair and meticulously chosen attire, my pale complexion betrayed the toll that recent events had taken on me.
My eyes, once bright with determination, now burned with unshed tears, evidence of the emotional turmoil I had been wrestling with.
I chuckled bitterly at the absurdity of my situation. Here I was, fretting over modeling and Harry Styles while it was Zayn who bore the brunt of the fallout. And yet, when an unexpected invitation to Harry Styles' store opening arrived, I found myself unable to ignore it.
The thought of Zayn being blacklisted from the agency haunted me, compelling me to accept the invitation in ordee to wipe the dirt away from his name.
I was determined to clear Zayn's name, even if it meant swallowing my pride and apologizing to Harry Styles. Impressing him was the last thing on my mind after witnessing the way he treated Zayn but I had to impress him just for the sake of Zayn and with a final glance in the mirror, I tore my gaze away as a knock interrupted my thoughts.
Hastily, I reached for a wet tissue to wipe my hands clean, a futile attempt to rid myself of the lingering traces of lime.
"I'll be right there," I called out, my voice betraying none of the turmoil swirling within me.
My assistant entered, a sense of urgency evident in her demeanor as she reminded me of the time. With a curt nod, I rose to my feet, straightening my clothes with practiced precision.
Tonight, I would mend the rift between me and Mr. Styles, no matter the cost and time.
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Stepping out of the car, I thanked my driver with a nod as he reminded me,
"Feel free to call me whenever you need to head back to the hotel or if there's anything else you require, sir." His professionalism was reassuring, and I acknowledged his offer before turning towards the bustling store.
The scene before me was a chaotic yet electrifying display of fandom and media frenzy. Harry Styles' presence had drawn in throngs of adoring fans and paparazzi, their excitement palpable in the air.
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Destacar Lover | Zarry
Fanfic"He got that James Dean daydream look in his eye and when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never go out of style. We never go out of style."
