Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Photographer

a/n: hey guys!! i know this is late but I had the big plan, but then i got busy, I'm sorry! If i write something tonight you'll get double update today, but this is all i have for now! Keep sending in requests as long as you're willing to wait cause I just can't find my writing genes, but I will post everything I have committed too! Love you guys so much! Thanks a million for everything :)))) also, my birthday is on monday 14th like Einstein, so double update next week I promise xxxxxx (also, if anyone is interested in editing, hit me up)

You arrived at the venue with ten minutes on your hands. Before today you had only taken photos at friends birthday parties and small social events outside of your photography class, but today you had been given the opportunity to take photos to promote a small fashion event/competition. Your nerves slowly started to fade as you walked down the halls. You peered into the open rooms of models being painted with an assortment of make-up and a few with piles of clothes.

"Hello?" A red-head stopped you in your paths. She was carrying a clipboard and wore an official badge. "Can I help you? Designers are here, models here and visitors are here." She pointed to separate spots on a map for each of the group she mentioned.

"I'm actually a photographer." You pulled out the email you received and printed from the internet. She quickly examined it before pointed to fingers at you gesturing for you to follow behind her.

You peeked over at other stations where others were getting set up for the photo-shoot. You recognised a professor from your school, but continued to follow behind the lady. "Set up here, your schedule is there and have a great day." She smile before prancing off to organise other people. You set up you camera around the tripod that had been provided for you. You read a small description on the clothing line that you would be taking photos of and viewed a few of the items that had been added to the small lilac file on the small desk next to the camera. You picked up the schedule and sighed lightly at the day ahead. It looked as if you could be taking photos for a better part of the day. You saw that a few of the other groups had already begun to take photos of their collections and you just wondered where your designer could be.

"You must be the photographer." You turned to the voice. A tall man who looked... flamboyant, stood tall and proud. He wore a marone, long sleeved shirt and tight, skinny jeans. His hair was perfectly styled and his eyebrows were perfect. "I'll be here to help, guide you along. Think of me as an advisor. The name's Boston." You shook hands with Boston and as you were about to introduce yourself, you both noticed your cast come over. "Heres the designer. Good luck, girl."

A small, blonde girl who wore glasses walked over to you. You admired the top knot she had her hair in and took in her square jaw line. She had a blazer over her shoulders to compliment her simple shirt and skirt ensemble. You noticed the heels she had on that did little to push her height up. "I'm Victoria and you must be my very talented photographer." Her voice didn't match the person you expected her to be.

"Thanks, your designs are beautiful." You sucked up, but you did truly like her designs.

"Aw thanks, you're too kind." She pulled her blazer securely over her shoulders. "Shall we begin? We do have a deadline." She pointed to her silver watch.

"Of course." You nodded. You stood in front of the camera and took a few test shots before the models came out to greet you. There was a plain white screen covering the wall and the floor. You knew you'd have to do some practice shoots with the models to make sure everything was set with your camera. The lights were set up so they weren't overly blinding against the white background.

"And here is the first model." Victoria walked back towards you with a strutting soon-to-be-top-model by her side.

"Hey! I was so excited to work with you, I saw your profile and woah!" You blushed as this gorgeous human complimented your work.