One In A Million

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I jumped from the black van, avoiding the cameras as I ran into the studio. I checked in, the boys not far behind. People walked around in the halls, pushing to the sides as I walked through. I smiled to myself and walked into a dressing room.

"Here's a present from Simon!" Andi lugged a huge box onto the couch in the middle of the room.

I scoffed, "What's that?"

Zayn bounced over and opened it for me as I sat down on the other side. His eyes went real wide, from what I wasn't sure.

"What is it?" I repeated.

Harry stepped over, his eyes growing to the size of Zayn's. I groaned, "Move." I pushed them away and looked into the box. My eyes matched theirs as I screamed, "OhMyGoshNoWay!"

"Well, what is it?" Liam asked, sitting down on a canvas chair.

I lifted a magazine from the huge box and stared at it. The covers held the pictures from the photoshoots I went to. There was two or three from TeenVouge, tons of Seventeen and even more GL. Deeper into the box, I found random teen magazines with my face plastered onto them. At the bottom were the magazines my mom read, all with me on the front.

"What do you think?" Louis asked, picking up a few.

I nodded, "I think I'm going to pass out..."

"Nope! Don't do that! You have a music video to film!" Andi exclaimed.

"James, get up!" Niall demanded.

"Sheesh, I'm going, I'm going!" I stood up, dropping the magazines into the box and standing up, waiting for directions.

"Okay," Andi pulled a bunch of supplies from her tote, "Get dressed, then we'll do makeup."

I grabbed the clothes slung over the back of a chair and pulled off my street clothes. The boys didn't care about me changing in front of them, and frankly, neither did I. I pulled on a grey tank top, denim short-shorts, and black trainers.

"Why such normal clothes?" I asked as Andi put my hair into a ponytail.

"Well, the nature of the video isn't pleasant, therefor neither should you." she replied, covering my face in a pale cream, "Neither should your makeup."

I frowned as she slid a nude lipstick onto my lips, "Ew."

"We need Miss Stomp on set to meet the doubles!" a man with a bull horn yelled into the room.

I groaned and jumped from the chair, "Duty calls!

Zayn snickered, "You said duty!"

I ignored that strange comment and ran on set, where the director was talking to three blondes. I reached them and picked up the four-year-old, "Hi, cutie!"

The director turned to me with a smile, "Here's how the video goes!"

He then explained everything I read on the paper yesterday, so I zoned out. I was introduced to the three girls, who barely looked close to me.

The youngest girls name was Brie, she was four years old and wanted to be an actress.

The second youngest was Cait, she was seven, and loved my music.

The oldest, who was seventeen, was Emilie. She played older me, but didn't even know who I was.

We all donned the same clothing and makeup, except for Brie. She wore a torn red dress.

The video was meant to escalate from little Brie, with her back to the door, all the way to Emilie, who played older me.

When they shot the clip of little Brie crying as people on the other side of the door fought, they set Cait on one end of a very long table and had her mouth the words to the song. Which went like, "You have a hollowed out heart but it's heavy in your chest. I tried to find it but it's hopeless, you're hopeless. Oh father, please father, I'd love to leave you alone, but I can't let you go. Oh, father, please father, put the bottle down for the love of a daughter."