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Phil-
"I want him."

"I do have to have his consent." I say to the photographer.

"Yes I understand that, but he's beautiful."

"but Connor I don't think -"

"Only if he wants to, but seriously he's such a pretty boy. He would fit the relaxed style perfectly!"

"Yeah I guess." I mumble as I stare over that the mahicans that I used to create the clothes on.

"So you will ask him for me?"

"alright." I give in, making him clap his hands and smile.

*time front flip*

"Daniel?"

The brown hair boy turns to look at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"My photographer wants you to model the clothes, only if you want to of course."

"Your kidding right?"

"No, Daniel you should know I don't often joke around."

"I'm okay."

"Thank you, thank you, Thank you!" I squeal, running forward and giving him a hug.

*tiiiiiiiimmmmmmmeeeeeee skkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp*
Dan-
I sit in Phil's black sports car as we drive through the city. Of course Phil's not driving.

"Alright Daniel you need to listen carefully alright?"

"Um, okay."

"When we exit the car there will be paps."

"Paps is paparazzi right?"

"Yes. I need you to stick close to me is that alright?"

"Of course babe." I wink.

"Come here." He smiles at me, opening up his arms.

"We're in a car."

"Limo, you don't need to wear seat belts."

I nod a shift a little closer to him. As soon as I get into arms length he scoops me up and sits me on his lap.

"Pretty boy." He whispers.

We drive for a little bit longer, me still sitting on his lap the entire time, until we reach the destination.

"Alright." He says.

"Here?" I ask.

"Yep."

We crawl out of the car and stand on the road. As soon as Phil gets out he grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards the building, ignoring the flashes of cameras and ducking his head down just a bit.

We enter the building. It's modern and the walls are lined with black marble. We walk over to the front desk, his arm holding onto me a little looser.

"Abby we would like to get through." He says to the girl with beautiful curly hair and chocolate skin.

She doesn't look up.

"Abby?"

"Mr Lester isn't in." She says lazily.

"I know."

"Where do you want to go?" She sighs.

"To the top floor."

"Look mate I told you Mr. Lester isn't- oh hello sir." She looks up finally.

"Hi Abby, Can I come through." He says calmly.

I do not know how he's keeping his cool, if that was me I would have lost it.

"Thankyou." He says walking through the doors.

I try to follow him through but the girl at the front desk stops me.

"Can't I come through?"

"No." She says.

"Why not?" I ask, looking helplessly at phil.

"Yes he can, come on bear." Phil says grabbing my hand and pulling me through the gate with him.

This is going to be interesting.

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