Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 14

-NORMAL P.O.V-

I can easily say that if I didn't know Liam personally, and was attending the same school as him I would be over the roof. No no no, I would be insanely ecstatic. I'd feel top notch because all five fifths of the biggest boy band in the world were in my grade. I'd be swooning over each slight glimpse of their eye contact and falling weak at the knees if they ever happened to learn my name. But, nonetheless, that is not my case. Yes, I love them. I love them all. I love their quirky personalities, kind hearts, and affectionate behaviour. But if someone had told me that watching five hot guys do a photoshoot was this boring I probably would've declined the offer to come this morning. By boring I mean sitting on a cold, wooden, pedal-stool in the middle of a large warehouse which had been converted into a makeshift photography lab. Long, white, sheets hung from sturdy hooks and ropes descending from the ceiling. The rather large sheets of material lie neatly on the ground, looking almost like a square skateboard ramp, just without the other half. I sigh as I lean back on my chair, only to remember that there was no back to the stool and if I succeeded on leaning I would've cracked my head open. I quickly grasp onto the metal legs of my stool, making it wobble beneath me as it settled on the smooth, cement, floor. "Zoe right?" I look up from the floor, my eyes slowly travelling up the lean legs of a young man, across his toned chest, and finally resting on his face.

"Nice to meet you?"

"Mike," he says, flashing me a sly grin as he holds out his left hand for me to shake. I reluctantly grasp onto his hand as I pull myself up and off of the unstable stool.

"Umm yeah, can I help you? I mean I don't mean to sound rude- I just- did you want somet- uhh..."

He looks at me uncertainly, the grin only spreading further across his face. He fiddles with the clipboard in his hands before looking back up at me, "We're moving rooms." He says, "Uhh like now."

"EXCUSE ME?" I shout, immediately jumping to the conclusion that he's some sort of creepy freak trying to pick me up at a semi-deserted warehouse.

Mike laughs, as he lifts his right hand with the clipboard and points to some tiny script scribbled down on the bottom of the page. "No no no sorry I guess I wasn't very clear," he laughs. "I work here." He says, swallowing deeply before looking up and straight into my eyes. Gosh he's cute. "Uhh yea the- the boys are moving to a smaller studio."

"Oh...." Well this isn't awkward.

"Would you like me to show you there?"

I look around the empty warehouse, most of the crew has already moved on to the next area so it's not like I'd find anyone else to give me any sense of direction. "Yea that'd be great. Thanks." Mike only nods his head before smiling shyly and turning on his heel. I take one last look back at the rusty, old, stool, whilst turning on my heel and following Mike across the mammoth studio.

-NIALL'S P.O.V-

"Okay boys just a few more group shots, hold on a little longer!" The bold man beside the camera calls out. The photographer takes a few shots before scanning through them with the bold man beside him. "No that just won't do," he sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly. "I WANT SEXY, BOYS. WHAT IS THIS? COME ON WE HAVENT GOT ALL DAY!" I roll my eyes as I step around on my spot, finding the appropriate position to pose. "OKAY ON THREE!" He shouts. We all simultaneously look down at the perfectly white ground, before slowly bringing our heads up in the supposed 'Sexy' look. "PUCKER THE LIPS. YES. GOOD. OKAY ONE," I sigh internally, this is about fifty times worse than it looks. This is by far the most tiring shoot we have ever done, this guy's such a drainer. And god my ears they're fucking killing me. "TWO," I squint my eyes, now looking directly into the wide lens of the camera. "THREE!" There's a few loud clicks, as the flash reflects onto the mammoth umbrella perked up beside the set. "GOOD, GOOD!" He calls out from behind the camera. "ALRIGHT QUICK LUNCH BREAK AND THEN WE'VE GOT SINGLE SHOTS!" I let out a steady breath, my hands resting on my hips as I follow the others off the set and across the room to the food table, which is set up beside the door.

"I hate that man," Louis states, as he reaches out for a plastic cup and the bottle of orange juice.

"Don't even talk about it," Harry mutters, joining us at the table.

"Oh but his screechy, annoyance of a voice..." Louis whines. "Fuck he drives me insane," he complains, rolling his eyes as he tilts his cup upwards, pouring its contents into his mouth.

"Look sexy boys look sexy," Zayn mimics, "What are you kindergarten children? How hard is it to look sexy huh?" Zayn's eyes widen in frustration as he approaches the snack table, "Pfft.." He sighs, "Says the bold man..."

"Where's Liam?" Harry asks, looking up from his mini bagel as his eyes scan the room. I shrug my shoulders, leaning over the table to grab a plate as I stock up on pastries and mini hamburgers. Great combination, I know.

"Boys, you seen Zoe? Cant find her anywhere..." Liam sighs, walking up to us from across the room.

"Where the hell were you?" Louis asks, bits of food flying out from his mouth as he speaks.

"Lou was touching up my make-up," he says hastily. "Has anyone seen Zoe?" My eyes quickly scan the room as one by one we all shake our heads, concern replacing any other worries on our minds as we search frantically. She was here just a mi- Shit.

"Guys I think we left her on the other side of the studio..." I mumble, my eyes widening as I realise that this is possibly, most definitely, the situation.

"Fuck," Liam says, glancing down at his watch and then back at bold man, before sprinting for the door beside the snack table. "You coming or what!?" He shouts over his shoulder, as he runs down the long, empty, hallway. We all look at each other, processing what's going on. Zayn furrows his eyebrows in thought, before his eyes widen immensely and he chucks his plate down onto the table, running out the door. I look at Harry and Louis, my eyes switching from one to the other.

"Shit." I mumble. And just like that we share one, final, worried glance. Before dropping our plates simultaneously and sprinting for the door; not bothering to look back at the screaming bold man.