Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was standing on the side, tapping my feet against the wooden floor. I was so bored watching Harry pose sexily in front of the camera while Brooke directed him, telling him what and what not to do.

"Can't we just stop for today?" Harry whined as Brooke pulled out yet another shirt for him to try on, hoping that will make him look sexier.

"Okay." Brooke said, huffing in defeat. "Tomorrow there's no work okay? It's a Sunday after all! It's a pack up guys!" her voice echoed throughout the studio. People began packing their stuff away.

"Uh I'm so tired!" Brooke said rubbing her neck.

"Yeah right. Look whose talking." Harry said rolling his eyes. He was right behind her as they walked towards me. "What did you think about the shoot Veronica?" Harry asked.

"Yeah it was good." I replied subtly looking anywhere but at him. That boy didn't give off a good vibe. He was too friendly for my liking.

"You can throw in some suggestions you know. You're like really young and know what the teenagers these days want." Brooke said typing away in her phone. "What's next on my schedule?" Brooke asked her head snapping up.

"Um..." she hadn't told me anything.

"Oh yeah sorry, I didn't tell you. From tomorrow you have to have a schedule planned for me. I'll have Angela give you a advice on how to do that, okay?"

"From tomorrow? So you're hiring me?" I asked jabbing my index finger in my chest a little too hard. Fucking tennis balls.

"Yup. You're not that bad!" she winked and we chuckled.

"I'll see you girls later." Harry waved as he left to go to his changing room.

"So what are we supposed to do now?" I asked rocking back and forth on my toes.

"We're done for the day so you can head home."she smiled. I nodded. "Oh and tomorrow we'll complete all the paper work for you're pay and all."

Saying goodbye to Brooke I left in the elevator to go to my floor. I stepped out on the seventh floor and went to my cabin. I had brought no stuff with me today. I just locked the. cabin to which I had my own key now.

I took out my car keys from my skirt pocket and headed to the basement of the building where my car was parked. This skirt I was wearing only allowed me to take small steps. God, I missed stretching my legs and walking without worrying about my pants splitting up.

The elevator doors swiped open and I stepped out in the basement. I got into my car and drove off. After driving for about fifteen minutes, I reached a deserted area with trees and very few cars going back and forth.

I parked the car on the side and got my bag out from the back seat. I pulled my wig out and dumped it in. My head had been sweating so much. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. I caught the tennis balls before they would fall down. Damn them! They were so heavy to carry around. My poor nipples!

I took out my black tank top and pulled it over my head. God, I felt so free. I unzipped my skirt from behind, lifting my hips; I pulled it down my legs. I took out my white shorts from my bag and pulled them on.

I replaced the black flats for my Nike dunks. I ran my hands through my hair, making them stand up so they looked messy yet sexy. It felt so good to be back to Zayn.

I stepped out of my car and unscrewed the bottle cap of the water that was always in my car. I poured some in my hand and wiped the lipstick off my lips. Thank god I hadn't applied foundation. That gooey thing probably would have been water proof.