what you need (the weeknd)

Twenty Four - Professional

*And you think your happiness is real..*

Luara

"Yes Luara just like that! Pose, pose, pose!"

My hair is flying around me like a cloud as I pull another pose, looking off into the distance. After a few more minutes, the photographer finally yells "Cut!" and two girls waltz over to me with a bottle of water and a fan.

"Thank you," I say, taking the bottle from their hands and drinking it up. Being up since 5am, I could tell my body was reaching its limit but I ignored it. Work is work.

Just then, my manager, Lily walks up to me with her phone at her ear, rambling to somebody. She makes eye contact with me and smiles a loving smile and I smile back.

Lily has been my modeling manager for the past two years and honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better manager. She's more of a friend than a manager but when it comes down business, she's quick to play her role.

"One sec," she says to the person on the other end and hold her phone to her chest.

"You were amazing Lua, keep it up! Now for the rest of the day, your schedule is free so do whatever you like, okay?"

"Does stuffing my face with french pastries count?" I ask with hope in my tone. Sometimes, Lily can be really strict on my sugar intake.

"Just this once. Stay safe babes!" She puts her phone back to her ear and starts complaining about something and I laugh ironically. She wouldn't be Lily if she didn't complain about at least one thing in a day.

After checking over my photos, I say goodbye to everyone and grab my things from my dressing room, making my way to the car outside.

A mob of paparazzi swarm around me the second I exit the doors and thankfully, the security force them away, sending me safely into my car.

I start up the engine and zoom down the road, sighing contently. I'm just about to pull up google maps on my phone when 'Abel💗' flashes across the screen and a smile naturally forms on my face.

I set my phone up on a mount and face it towards me before pressing the green button.

His face floods onto my screen and I laugh when it does.

"How do I look, Angel?" He asks, his raspy voice sounding through my speakers. Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I hear his voice.

Even though the last time we spoke was yesterday, I missed the hell out of him. After only two months of hanging out with each other, he'd become one of my favourite people.

"You look sexy," I wink, laughing when he shakes his head. On his face, he's wearing the mask he designed for the third leg of his tour. It's entirely made of silver with a thick line going across his eyes, lit up in white. On his arm, he flexes the identical metal arm, opening and closing his arm as if to get used to it.

He reaches around the mask and rips it off his face, blowing out air when it's finally off. He ruffles his hair a bit and I roll my eyes because he knows it's my favourite thing to do. I take a left turn towards the cafe I want to go to, my mouth watering at the idea of all the choux buns I can eat.

I glance at my phone for a moment to see Abel staring at me with that look in his eyes, a look I know all too well.

"Abe, you know what you're doing, quit it," I give him a stern look, making him tsk at me.

"I miss you baby,"

Despite the fact my stomach just did a backflip inside of me, I roll my eyes again at him before stopping at a red light.