something immortal. (dylan o'brien)

𝟏𝟔.

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I walked into the photoshoot, feeling very nervous. I still had my headache from last night, and I couldn't help but think about Dylan since I left the house. I couldn't stop thinking of this morning when I tried to leave the house but he kept snatching my keys from my hands and running around with them. 

However I saw the manager approaching me with a relieved face, and he quickly brought me back to reality. 

"Ah, finally! Go to your dressing room and put on each outfit we played out for you in there. Now hurry please!" 

I nodded and started to speed walk my way to the dressing room, feeling my heart skip a beat of excitement. Though I was also very nervous with what could happen, when this is published, what happens when the media criticizes my body? 

I closed the door behind and quickly took off my clothes and threw on the selected outfits that were hanging on the door. As I smoothing over the outfit, I tried to come up with my to do list for the day.

1) Get an outfit for the Oscars.
2) Do photoshoot
3) Deal with Dylan 

That was my to do list for the day. 

I stepped out of the dressing room and walked back to the shoot, seeing cameras at certain angles, and lights at specific areas. I couldn't believe I was working with Vogue right now. 

"So I think we are going to take some pictures of you just standing up, then in a bed. Does that work for you?" He more so stated then asking as he practically dragged me over where the cameras and lights were being kept. 

I didn't say anything, just nodded and I quickly smoothened the outfit one last time before they turned on a fan that started to blow in my face gently. I took a deep breath and completely blanked on what I should do for a pose. 

"Alright, why don't you start by looking down at the camera like your the queen of everything, all right?" He suggested nervously, seeing as I wasn't very good at the whole posing thing. 

I smiled and I put my hands on my waist and looked down at the camera, not even one camera flash had gone off before the manager had stopped it. 

I was usually pretty good with coming up with poses, like on the red carpet it was always easy. But this time it felt different, I felt more pressure. 

"Okay now you look like a superhero. Why don't we go straight to the bed?" He suggested, his tone coated with a little impatience, which just added to my stress. I swallowed as I slowly made my way to the bed. 

"What are you doing." He snapped in annoyance, and just grunted in frustration with me. 

I frowned in confusion, looking around, double checking if he was annoyed with me again. I felt my arm hair stick up, I felt on edge and on alert now. 

"Go change into the second outfit!"

My eyes widened in realization and I quickly rushed back to the dressing room. Once I had finally closed the door behind me again, I felt my nose tickling me as I tried to hold in my tears. 

I slipped on a black bra, and along with it was just a black pair of leather pants. I looked in the mirror really hoping I wouldn't be body shamed for this outfit once the pictures were published.