Chapter 24;
Eric p.o.v
I woke up to the shrill beep of my alarm.
I rolled over, expecting to find Tallie but finding the bed empty. I hauled myself up to the edge of the bed, realising that I could hear the radio playing.
I swung my legs onto the floor, noting that I didn't have any signs of a hangover, more than slightly relieved.
I padded to the kitchen, bare chested as realised that I was wearing my chain again. Tallie must have given it back last night when I was asleep.
I tried to sneak into the kitchen where I could hear her moving around, but she heard, even over the radio.
"Nearly got me this time." she laughed without turning around from the cooker.
She was fully dressed in dark jeans and one of my favourite tops of hers. Her hair was loose but she had tucked one side behind her ear.
"Damn. I'll just have to try harder next time." I replied as I threaded my arms around her torso, resting my hands on her stomach as I kissed her cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful." Instead of replying, she turned her head so that she was able to kiss me properly.
"Why did you give my chain back?" I wondered aloud as one of my hands went to my neck, removed the chain and slipped it over her head again.
"I thought you would want it back. It was only for last night, afterall."
"No, it was for good. I want you to be reminded of us every day." I said simply as I rested my head on her shoulder.
"And besides, it's only a chain. If you wear it, it'll mean so much more to me."
"Aww, you're so cheesy but thank you - I will wear it everyday." She kissed me again. "How hungover are you then?" She laughed as she looked back to the cooker.
"Not at all, actually. I feel completely fine - more than capable of doing the photoshoot."
"Hmm, ok." She turned the oven ring off and turned to me. "We need breakfast and you need to get showered before we go."
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Tallie p.o.v
After we had eaten our breakfast, Eric had gotten changed whilst I had washed up.
Once we were both ready, we had taken his car to the venue. It was a short drive, and we had found the studio fairly easily.
Once there, we had been welcomed by a young woman.
"I'm Anna and I'm the stylist today. Eric Saade, I presume?" She giggled.
She looked about the same age as us, she was red-headed, tall and slim - beautiful, really. She reminded me of the woman from the nightmare.
I was instantly jealous and grabbed Eric's arm, whishing she would just go away.
"Yes, hello." He looked down at me, obviously noting the worried look on my face. "This is my girlfriend, Natalie. She will be here all day - that's not a problem, right?"
"Absolutely not - You're the star, afterall!" she giggled again. I fought the urge to growl.
She gave him a quick once over, lingering slightly too long for my liking. "Follow me!"
We follwed her to a huge room, filled with sofas, a snack bar, various technology that I couldn't even begin to name, and a white wall/screen with a professional camera set up and pointing at it.
"This is where we will be working today, Eric. And these-" She pointed to a long rail of clothes. "Are the outfits that you will be modelling today."
He nodded, not seeming to notice my silence. He asked her relevant questions, none of which I could hear or pay attention to.
Of course I knew that he wouldn't do anything towards her - I didn't even mind if he liked her, he was allowed to find other women attractive afterall.
It was just the fact that I was convinced that she was going to try something that worried me.
Anna walked ahead slightly and I lightly grabbed Eric's arm, holding him back.
"Eric? I don't like her." I felt instantly foolish, but I felt I had to tell him. "She's pretty and she's flirting with you."
He moved towards me, smiling fondly. "She is." he agreed, much to my horror. "But she's not you. You have nothing to worry about, ok?" He asked, fingering his chain around my neck.
I smiled and nodded, feeling better.
"Good." He kissed me and we heard Anna come back towards us.
"Ok then, Eric - let's get you out of those clothes!" she laughed.
I stared open mouthed at her last comment. She was going to annoy me, I could just tell.
Eric was wearing his 'lounging' jeans as he called them, and a plain blue tshirt.
He looked good, but then again, he always did. With a kiss for me, he was lead into another room to be styled.
I was shown to the sofas and told where everything was. I knew that I wouldn't be activley involved in the shoot, and that was fine - I couldn't wait to see Eric strutting his stuff.
He came out of the room a few minutes later in a black shirt, buttoned right up, and smart black trousers.
With a slight twirl to me (which received a very enthusiastic nod), he was led to the screen where he was told to relax.
For the next, I don't know how long, I watched as he was posed, styled and changed, then posed again, and marvelled at the pictures he was producing.
