Larry One Shots

Model Status

Source: me lol
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2496
Summary: where Louis despises runway model Harry Styles, that is until he meets him.

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Louis pulls the hoodie over his head, giving it to the girl holding the other clothes. She takes it from him and helps him into the other jumper, zipping it up for him much to his pleads of being able to do it himself. He goes back behind the camera, posing in front of the white wall with the adidas printed all over it. He fixes up the way his jumper fits on him while someone comes forward and touches up the slight makeup on his face, emphasizing his jawline and cheekbones, and gelling up his hair back to perfection. It's his last shoot of the day, and he's kind of happy that he's finally done considering he had been up since six in the morning for this shoot. It's for the newest line of clothing for adidas.

Louis is the headline model for the well known sporting company, Adidas. For a while, because of his English decent and accent, he had pronounced it wrong. He was lucky once his American friend told him that it wasn't "adi-das" but instead it was "uh-dee-dis". Though Louis just rolled his eyes anyway.

He also works for TopMan. He specializes in more mainstream name brands like that. He didn't want to get into the runway type of modeling, especially for those fancy brands of clothing. He somehow despises those models, insisting that they think they are always better than anyone they met. He always thinks they are rude and selfish, from watching them. His experience? Pictures and videos of them walking down the runway, that's it. He has never run into one, or had a good or bad experience or conversation with them, he just doesn't like how they walk down that shiny little runway with such ease and look so "perfect" while wearing weird ugly clothing. He's fine with his comfy Adidas clothes.

Louis gets the rest of his shots for that line of clothing before being done. He sighs with a lazy smile, and thanks everyone at the shoot before going off to his small dressing room. Not that he's used to having big ones. He has always had normal sized ones, he likes it, and would go crazy if he was invited to have a large one.

Louis changes out of the jumper, shorts, and sneakers, and changes into his black skinnies and his own jumper. He pulls on his vans, and washes off any makeup left on his face. he looks around the room blindly for a minute, searching for his backpack, not seeing it hanging on the back of the door for another minute. He chuckles to himself and reaches on his tip toes to pull it down. The one thing that Adidas and TopMan do for him is make him appear not as short.

Louis walks out of his dressing room with a small skip in his step, and gives a last thank you to the photographer, his manager, and the designer of the clothes he dressed in. One girl runs up to him, one that was working on the set, with a bag of clothes. Louis takes the Adidas labeled bag from her with a smile, "Thank you, love," he nods, and turns to walk off.

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Louis walks around his flat with his phone pressed to his ear, a worried look on his face. He is stressed, beyond stressed, considering he has just been scheduled to have a runway event on the same day as his best mates birthday. "No, Niall, I can't. That wouldn't be fair, I want to be there with you, you're my best mate!" he exclaims.

"Lou- Louis, stop. It's perfectly fine. This runway is with big people, Louis, what if they want to work with you?" he asks.

Louis snorts, "I don't want to get involved with runway people."

"Of course, because 'runway people are snobby and annoying' I forgot," Louis can practically hear him rolling his eyes through the phone.

"Can't I just take you with me?" he whines, then gasps, "yes! Niall you can come with me!" he exclaims, "please? Niall please please please!"