Ava's POV:
The days leading up to my moms fashion show were excruciating long and entirely exhausting. London was beautiful, well the parts I actually saw of it. Since the very moment I stepped off of the plane and onto London soil I haven't stopped working since. All I remember from the whole week leading up to the fashion show is running around frantically trying to get errands done for her. From simple tasks like going on a coffee run for her at one in the morning because she was trying to finalize details for her show, to being a personal coat rack for the models to throw the article of clothing they were wearing, onto me after their fitting. To put it in simpler words, it wasn't a very pleasant week.
I love my mom, truly do, but I desperately wanted and needed some sleep so I wouldn't look like a zombie the morning of the show. Which was supposed to start in less than ten hours, but of course I had to be at the venue at 6 opposed to 9, the time when the other guests would arrive. It's going on one A.M. now, so I will actually be lucky if I even get four hours of uninterrupted sleep.
The morning of the fashion show rolled around and let me tell you, I have never been so excited for something to start, just so it could end sooner. I've put in so much time, sweat, and yes blood and tears into this show and helping wherever my mom needed me, that this show could not be finished quick enough.
My mom put me to work backstage where the models were. I've never seen anything as chaotic as the backstage of a fashion show. Running around, screaming because a ripped piece of clothing, sweating from the lack of body room behind the curtains, crying because the piece doesn't fit correctly on that certain models body, hyperventilating because there was a huge crowd awaiting them outside, worrying about tripping and falling in front of a thousand people: important, relevant people who mattered, curling hair, straightening hair, makeup-ing all of the models faces, and perfuming and deodorizing all of the models so they wouldn't smell. Just looking at everything that was going on in front of my eyes made my head hurt. I truly don't understand how models do it.
Now, only five minutes away from the start of the show debuting my moms new Women's Spring/Summer 2015 line and I was waiting in the front row seated next to a long time family friend and one of my best friends, Alex. I've known him since I was 3 years old. We met at a park down the road from my families house in California. I was waiting in line for the tallest slide at the park and Alex was up and he was just sitting there on the slide and wasn't sliding down. Apparently, that day I wasn't quite up to waiting an hour for him just to slide down the slide, so I gave him a little push. And by little, I mean little as in I pushed him hard, so hard, that once he flew down the slide he also flew off of the slide right to the ground and right onto his right arm. He broke his arm that day, in two places. I didn't mean to hurt him on purpose, I just wanted him to hurry it up so I could have my chance to slide down the slide too. We've been best friends ever since that day. Who would have guessed? I guess you could say he really wanted to be my friend since he still liked me after I put him in a cast for close to 3 months.
"So what have you been up to living your lavish life in Beverly Hills Av?" Alex joked from the right side of me where he was seated.
"Your joking right? Lavish?" I snorted not amused at his speculation.
"I've been living in hell this last week while working alongside my mother. While you, if I remember correctly, were happily relaxing in Jamaica while drinking a beverage, an alcoholic beverage to be exact, in your most recent Instagram photo? Right? If anybody was living a lavish lifestyle it was definitely you this week my friend. " I patted his shoulder.
"Oh god, I've honestly missed your ridiculously funny humor, and of course you too, even when I was thoroughly enjoying just lounging about in Jamaica and you were stuck in hell with your mother." Funny bastard. A bastard that deserved a slap.
"Jesus Av. What the fuck ! C'mon, don't damage the goods. They need to be ripe for picking tonight. I plan to accompany one of these fine ladies home this afternoon for a sexual randevu." Alex smirked. Wow he thinks he's funny. I don't particularly like to hear about his scandalous mid-morning sexcapades. Even remotely thinking about that is disgusting and more or less disturbing on many levels.
"Your disgusting. Please keep the details of your se-." I stopped the next word from coming out of my mouth when I felt somebody sit down next to me. I shyly turned to look who it was at the same exact time they did.
"Hi!"
"Hi!"
We both spoke at the same time. And shit, God must have been on my side today seeing as how shitty and tiring my week has been because he had placed the one and only Harry Completely and Entirely Hot Styles to the right of me.
"Look who it is. Mr. Harry Styles himself. I would say it's a surprise to see you here, but I saw you at the airport last week and I figured you were in town for the fashion show since you normally seem to reside in the Los Angeles area when you have time off. But anyways, how are you? We haven't really talked since that day at the cafe." Well no shit you guys haven't talked since that day at the cafe. How would you? You guys didn't exchange numbers. Shoutout to my subconscious for reminding me of this precious little detail I seemed to forgot to ask him about since we hit it off at the cafe that day.
"And look at yourself, Ava. I didn't realize you were at the airport last week when I was. We could've gotten together. I've been well, happy to be back on the old stomping ground, see my family and friends who live here, it's nice. I love LA, but I really do miss just being at home. I didn't realize your mother was a fashion designer until I was on my way here, Rachel Richards. She's amazing. I actually have a few of her men's designer pieces at home, I quite like them. She's very talented." I blushed as he spoke so highly of my mothers talent and hard work .
"Thank you. Yes, she is very talented. She works extremely hard for all of this to be put together and to be perfect." I gestured around to the venue that was set up with tons of chairs as well as a type of cushioned slanted seating for other guests to sit on.
"Well it looks pretty perfect to me." He smiled and looked past me over to Alex who was quietly listening to our conversation.
"Hey man how are you?" He gestured to Alex and Alex perked up.
"Oh my gosh. I'm sorry. This is Alex, my friend. Alex : Harry. Harry : Alex." I looked to Alex.
"Yeah, I met Harry at a cafe in Los Angeles a couple of weeks back when I stopped in to grab a bite to eat." Alex nodded and Harry reached out to shake hands with him. As he did I got a whiff of his cologne. And really? Did he have to be good looking and smell amazing too? The answer : YES.
"It's good to meet you man. How do you guys know each other?" Harry questioned with his head turned Alex's way.
"We met way back. When we were like 5 years old."
"3. We met when we were 3 years old Alex hahaha." I looked at him with an amused grin on my face.
"Okay 3. This one here." Alex threw his arm around my shoulder and squished me into his side. "Pushed me down a slide so hard that I broke my arm in two spots. We've been friends ever since. The end." Harry seemed to find the story humorous as he broke out into the cutest laugh I've ever heard. He shuts his eyes and they crinkle a little bit at the sides and he srunches up his nose, a little bit but not alot and it's the best thing ever.
Through spurts of giggles. Yes, giggles, Harry managed to get out:
"Jeez, Ava the Agressor. I never imagined you to be so violent towards others. Guess I should watch out. What else do I not know about you?" Little did he know that that was such a loaded question.
I looked up to see him patiently awaiting my answer to his complex question and answered with the first and only thing that came to mind:
"I guess you'll just have to stick around long enough to find out." With that, the lights dimmed the slightest bit and everybody's attention was drawn toward the catwalk where the very first model began her long-legged strut down the runway.
Not only was the beginnings of my mothers new Spring collection in full bloom , but also the bud of a new found friendship.
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