Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Four

Lindsay Point Of View

Walking around with a coffe cup in my hand, I went to recheck the boys dressing room to make sure everything was just right. Here at Vogue, we like to make our models feel at home. Though I don't know what these boys like, since I still haven't read their background information. The papers still lied in my cabinet drawer.

The time was half past nine. Paul had called me to tell me that traffic was terrible. In New York, that is the most used and believable excuse to tell your boss. While talking to him over the phone, in the background were different voices. All of them british, or at least the ones I heard to be exact. They seemed to be very energetic, just like Paul promised. 

This isn't the first time I've worked with male models before. Most try to get to know me better, try to be friends. But being the person I am, I usually blow them off. Ever since my move from the UK to New York, my personality changed. The state changed me into a sweet person, to a bitter one. The only person who perked my mood up was Brian.

Oh, Brian. Instead of being Miss Lindsay Haise, I would be Mrs. Lindsay Striker. His last name was always my favorite for its uniqueness. After he took me home, that also involved a moon light picnic after the proposal, I debated on when to call my mother. Maybe it was too soon, cause Brian could be very bi polar at times. But I was sure that we were both in this together. Now, next week, I booked a flight over to see her for a surprise to tell her, and my family, myself.

Sitting down in my chair behind my desk, I flattened out my pink dress. It hung over my right shoulder and went down to my knees. Very elegant and classy for an important day of work. Shuffling some papers over, I organized my desk. Placing all of my pens and pencils in order, re-arranging papers in my cabinets, just to pass the time until the models appeared. I even placed a frame that held a picutre of Brian and me. 

Twisting the diamond ring around my finger, I kept smiling. He was constantly on my mind, and now it would be impossible to not ever think of him. Sometimes I would wonder why he even came back to find me, why he never gave up. To me, he would be a very good role model to younger kids. Never give up on something that you want.

Unlike you, I thought. Just in that moment, Zayn flashed through my mind and I closed my eyes shut to try and block the images. I was right though. I didn't fight to stay with Zayn, and I thought about  what it would be if I stayed with him instead of this amazing chance of a life time. 

Taking a key out of my bag, I unlocked my personal cabinet where I had laid the envelope about the gentle men the night before, I brought it out and laid it before me. The ink on top read 'Lindsay Haise: Directive Male Models.' 

Unsealing it, I pulled the thick wad of papers out. First, it described the contract I had signed just last week, agreeing that I would work with them for a certain amount of time no matter what happened. Next, it described what they were like, which I skipped for I had already been told. In their dressing room, their were bowls after bowls lined up full of candy. Probably not my best idea.

The next paper, however, sent me into confusing. Five familiar boys, their faces each printed out onto a thin sheet. My eyes widened when reality struck me. Let me tell you, it struck me hard.

The male models were One Direction. I would be in charge of dressing, taking care, of One Direction. And to top it off, my ex-boyfriend who I very much dislike at the moment, was apart of the band. My hands started to tremble as I ripped the paper into many different parts. Holding the contract in my fingers now, I so badly wanted to rip it up as well. But they had another copy of it, so I was screwed for good.

Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe another assistant could switch jobs with me or something. There was no way I would be doing this assignment. I just couldn't. I wasn't ready to face them all over again. I was almost positive that when I left London that I would never see him again.

At that moment, a door clicked open and five set of eyes fell onto me. They didn't even make it through the door. Zayn and Harry were completely shocked while Liam came into hug me. My arms were paralyzed though, so he was hugging a statue. A frozen replica of my body.

When he finally realized I wasn't going to move, he stepped away giving me some space. Zayn wasn't moving either, and I forced my eyes to look at everyone else except him. Guilt washed over me as the airport scene played back in my head. I motioned for them to sit down, and they reluctantly did. 

A thought came into mind before I began explaining things.

"Hello. I'm Lindsay Striker and I'll be working with you for the next few weeks," I said, promptly sticking my left hand out farther then my right.

Score.

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~A/N~

She isn't even married.... Ha Ha Ha.

This is a filler chapter, so sorry! I won't be able to update until Sunday, maybe even later. A specific boy is supposed to be asking me out that night.

Please excuse my lack of writing skills. It's like midnight and I felt terrible for not updating. 

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