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Chapter 13

  For some weird reason I always seem to bump into the people I least expect or least want to see. Right after I graduated high school and I stayed home for the summer, I saw a lot of people from school who had "thought I would go somewhere else" or "actually do something with my life". Although I was planning to move to L.A., I found it difficult to explain why I had stayed for the summer. I just knew that if I moved to a new city right out of high school, things would inevitably go south. Staying home was my way of exploring who I was as a person, a person free of the chains that were holding me down throughout school. Some people thought I was just making excuses to stay home for free a bit longer, so I just decided to stop telling everyone about my plans and say that "it was complicated".

  Now I find myself in yet another one of these situations I hate. I had to try to explain why I was here at NYFW and that I wasn't stalking Harry. Being the flirt that he is, he would probably still tease me about it.

  I look away from him and can feel him staring at me for a few more minutes. I think he wants me to mouth a conversation with him from across the catwalk, but I don't want to get into trouble. It's already bad enough having been pushed around all morning by security guards who think I'm a desperate fan. I sit back in my chair and turn on my phone. The show was scheduled to start twenty minutes ago, but being NYFW and all the craziness that comes with it, I can understand the delay. Jeremy sits next to me and mentions Harry a few times as we talk about the set up.

"Emma? I can't help but notice, but do Harry and you have a thing going on?," Jeremy asks curiously. "I like to be warned of relationships with clients just so I know"

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry if I made it seem that way but no. We have talked and had somewhat of a date, but that's all. Nothing more," I say nervously. Hopefully I haven't been coming across as one of those employees who hooks up with people in the janitor closet or something.

"Well then I think he's got the hots for you or something. He hasn't stopped staring at you since we got here. And we've been here for almost half an hour," he adds. I blush so much I think I might officially be a tomato.

  Just as I'm about to say I'm seeing someone else, the lights start to flicker and then turn off completely. Dramatic music begins to play and builds up as the lights are turned on even brighter than before. The first model walks on and past me in a matter of seconds. I quickly pull my phone out and start to take pictures. I'm pretty sure they're mostly blurry because the models are moving but I continue to take them anyway. The clothes seem modern and new but my opinions remain as they always have. I've always thought that fashion shows were cool and all, but a lot of the stuff you see doesn't seem like anything you could actually wear out without seeming like a complete freak. Some of the outfits don't even seem like they match in any way or go together. The only fashion shows I truly appreciate are the wedding gown shows and the ones that only feature actual dresses that people could wear.

  I've always liked clothes and style but the one thing I can never stand are fashion shows that feature basically unwearable clothes.  The only reason I agreed to this is because I know it's a great opportunity and I get to see a lot of famous people and professionals I admire.

  The show is over in fifteen minutes and people start to file out the exits. Jeremy instructs me to stay seated while he goes and talks to some of his own colleagues within the business. I sit patiently and scroll through the pictures I took. Most of the pictures are blurry but there are a few good ones that I can show Jeremy and some of the people back at the studio. As I'm scrolling, I see a figure sit down next to me quickly and quietly.

"Oh hey," I say as I turn to look at Harry who is currently looking at the people leaving. He turns around when I speak and shoots me a smile.

"Hiya. What on earth are you doing so far from home?," he asks with a smirk.