Espresso

Chapter Three

Jet

"Quite the fangirl, aren't we?" 

He is smug. Oh he is so very smug as he looks down at the camera then back at me. 

I cross my arms and purse my lips in an attempt to look unbothered; my palms are sweating as I ball my fists and I dig my nails into my palms. I'm mortified, utterly mortified and he is taking the greatest pleasure in my discomfort as he holds my camera. 

"I'm not, it's not... Give me back my camera dickhead."

"It's not what? You having some sort of secret obsession with us?" 

"I don't," I shout. 

"Well, these pictures say otherwise. Quite the angle you've got on Louis there, are there any like that of me?"

"In your fucking dreams," I roll my eyes, holding out my hand for him to return the camera to me. 

"Let's see shall we?" 

His thumb presses the right arrow on the camera's control pad and I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. I lunge towards him, attempting to swipe the camera from him; he tightens his grip. My fingers brush against his and I recoil my hand as electricity shoots through my finger tips and up my arm. 

"Something you want to hide, Everly?" 

He is loving this. 

"Just give it back, I'm not ready to share them yet."

His face softens and he relaxes his grip, gesturing for me to take the camera. I take it and tuck it back into its case and throw it round my neck, not daring to make eye contact. 

"So, secret fangirl," he teases. 

"Not a secret fangirl, actually."

"Then why do you have a camera roll full of pictures? And why did you run off when I caught you?"

"I'm er, I'm experimenting." 

"Experimenting?" 

"I want to be an events photographer," I sigh, "my Mum bought me the camera before she died. Wanted me to go to uni and stuff but then she died and I didn't get the grades."

"That's a shame," he frowns and I can't tell if he's being genuine. 

"Yeah.."

"So now you're here you've decided to photograph us instead?"

"Yeah, I mean, once I came on the road with my Dad and got the job with Lou, I thought I'd have to put the photography dream to bed but then I saw some of the pictures Cal and the crew had taken of you lot and thought there'd be no harm in having a go. No one was meant to see them," I confess and my cheeks flame, "I know they're not the best."

"You're wrong," he steps towards me and I back up, slowly treading backwards until my back hits the wall. 

He leans over me and places his right palm flat against the wall. My heart thumps against my chest, the scent of Tom Ford mixed with sweat hanging over me as he chews a piece of gum. 

"Your photos are good Everly," he says in a low voice and my skin prickles. 

He stares at me, his green eyes dark as he leans down and my breath catches in my throat. 

"For a fangirl," he breathes into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. 

He brings his head up to look at me once again before stepping back to look at me.