She held up the camera ready and told the boys to pose and smile. The lights flashed as she pushed down her finger on the button. She pulled the camera away from her face to take a glimpse of the picture. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth Larry is strong in this one. It was mere months ago she was assigned to be the photographer for the cheeky lads of One Direction.
She loved her job, the lads were a laugh and even though it took them most of the day for them to get decent not-trying-to-make-the-photographer-laugh-and-make-the-picture-blurry stack of photos to choose from. She never thought the most famous five teenage lads would be so normal—well normalish— and not arrogant. Louis was incapable of being serious, Liam was a sweetheart. Harry was the most cheesiest flirter that she had ever met. Zayn was the one she got along the best with because he would co-operate when she asked him to move slightly to the left or the right.
Then there was Niall. Mr Niall Horan. They didn’t talk much but she knew that he was adorable, if his braces and the Irish accent didn’t tell you that already then his smile told a thousand words.
She loved taking pictures of him smiling. He had dozens of them. The one when he was faking having a good time. The one where he was having a good time was one of her favourites to capture. His eyes would light up and his whole adorbale-ness would flood out, drowning her. The smile he made while laughing made her grin, the face he pulled and his laugh mixed together was always something to make her dizzy.
“Okay, that was good boys!” She smiled at them, letting her camera dangle from her neck.
They all high fived each other and she walked to the computer where the photos were being generated.
“Can we ‘ave a look?” Louis asked.
“Be my guest,” she moved out of their way and they crowded around the computer.
They started to snicker and point out certain things, and their imperfections. She shook her head admiring the diva’s and their ways.
As she passed one of the assistants he smiled and said; “A new food spread has been laid out. Made for you and the boys after the shoot,”
“Thank you, Jerry!” She patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically.
He nodded and walked away. She turned around to the five diva’s crowded around the PC and announced the food. They all shook their heads with polite refusals. Bar one.
“Oh yeah! See ya later lads!”
Niall’s ears picked up with the sound of the word food. She felt slightly nervous as her and Niall walked to the staff room, it wasn’t often that her and Niall were alone and despite his carefree nature, he was shy without the boys. It was like they were his mentors. She didn’t mind it, she found it cute. She found quietness on boys cute.
Especially when they can sing and have Irish accents.
There was no one in the staff room, every single chair was empty, the table filled with colourful cupcakes, pizzas, sausage rolls and sandwiches was the only lively thing in the room. Niall slapped his hands together, making her jump.
“Your chefs make the best foods,”
He dived right in, grabbing a cupcake. Aww. She watched in awe at the way his arm muscles contracted and moved with the motion. For someone who ate like he did, he had a brilliant body. She shook her head telling herself off hastily and grabbed a sausage roll. Just when she put it to her lips, Niall spoke.
“How long have you been working here?”
It was a general question that any other polite person would ask, but coming from him was something she liked very much.
