Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 7

PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END TY ✨

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"Alright, Harry, so this is the building that the show will be in. I'm not going to get you to practise with the other models yet, cause you haven't had enough experience," Louis hums, guiding Harry into the open space with empty seats.

Harry glanced around, attempting to take in everything even though he would be here for another four days, "So how am I going to learn?"

Louis grumbled and set down his bags, annoyed that he had extra stress on his plate this week, "I'm going to teach you. Pierré wanted me to do it personally, God knows why, so here we are."

Harry nodded slowly and his eyes wandered back to Louis', "Okay, so what's first?" he questioned, stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles.

The eldest one of the two grimaced at his actions and shook his head disapprovingly, "Don't do that," he grumbled, sipping on the warm coffee that one of the assistants had brought to him almost immediately when they arrived.

Harry looked down at his boots, a bit embarrassed, "Alright?"

"Now, I need you to go in the back and tell the ladies there that you'll be modelling for me at the show this week," he hums, tapping his fingers against the cup as he looked around the room with curious eyes, "They'll take it from there."

Once Louis had finished explaining what Harry needed to do, the man stepped up onto the runway and took in all the details as if he was judging it, mentally putting things together so that Harry would be the centre of attention in the dazzling room.

The younger shrugged and padded off towards the back hall, hesitantly peeking his head in the first door.

The room had four desks lined up, with cases of makeup and hair utensils placed at each desk. The room was well lit with white lighting, and it was everything that Harry imagined Brad Pitt's dressing room would look like. Well, except for the poster of a shirtless man at one of the stations. He didn't mind though.

Harry jumped, startled when someone walked out the closet in the far end of the room, a hairdryer in hand, "Oh hi! You must be Harry?"

"Yeah, that's me. Louis told me to come back and find the ladies?" He replied cautiously, smiling to try and cover up his awkwardness.

That sounded less creepy in my head.

The woman laughed and rolled her eyes, placing a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder and leading him down the hall, "Of course he would. He's probably in his pre-show state of mind, is he?"

Harry hummed and thought for a moment, letting the strange person guide him to wherever they were going, "He was staring around the room and stuff before I left, so probably?"

She grinned and nods, "He always does that with his models. Tries to make the surroundings compliment the model in the best was that's suitable for that particular person. As long as his model looks immaculate, he's happy," she laughed, making Harry relax at bit although it seemed like she'd gone through this exact conversation many times before.

"So this is the wardrobe room. You'll come here first from now on," she smiles, letting him walk into a room that had three full length mirrors, multiple racks of assorted clothing items, and three people standing in the corner. They were all quietly bustling around, sowing or fixing items, "Gina? Look who's here."

The woman turned around and smiled, reaching out for the boy, "Harry, lovely, hi. We've been waiting for you."

He smiles softly and looked back to the younger woman, who he assumed was in charge of hair, "Will I be seeing you, or should I say goodbye now?"