Meeting Macey

Fashion and Failures

•MACEY'S PERSPECTIVE•

"Mace, sweetheart, we're in Florida. Wake up." Ian shook me gently as I awoke from my nightmare. "Wha-Hmm?" I say yawning lazily, standing up and carrying my on board cargo with me. Ian chuckles assisting me with my crutches down the staircase into the runway reserved for Ian Somerhalder's private jet.

"When do you get these stupid structures off you?" He says sarcastically as he loads me into a red jeep. "It was last week but-" he i turrets humorously. "You've been making me carry everything for nothing?" He says tiresomely. I burst out laughing placing my new, stolen aviators from Ian on. As I buckle up, we accidentally head but as we both complain, muttering curses under our breath as we exchange a funny look, intertwining our fingers once again.

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"Here we are sir." The driver announces as he brakes the awkward tension between the three of us, opening my door as Ian escorts me out with a smirk. "Thanks Blaine. Drop the bags at my place while I take Macey to 'Stef's' place will ya?" He asks willingly as he manages to clasp our hands together again. "Sure mate, text me when you want a lift home." He says closing the tinted windows behind him.

"Who's Stef?" I ask curiously as I'm guided into a tall storey brick building. "Our dress designer, accessories chooser and our makeup artist." He replies childishly with false words between real ones. "Is she funner than you?" I ask catching on to his baby sarcasm. "You'we a buwwy." He says in his best interpretation. "No fwair." I say frowning as he laughs knocking on the door.

"Ian! Macey! I've been waiting!" A beautiful woman in a red dress attaching her earrings as she speaks announces in a high pitch tone. "Stephanie! Pleasure to work with you again." To says in a polite manor. "Wow. Macey does live up to your description. She's absolutely stunning." She says completing a full rotation around me as I blush. "Dimples too!" She cries pleasantly,
Taking Ian and I's hands and leading us into the brightly lit room.

As she turns around to face us, Ian and I exchange nervous glances. "So Ian, Nicholas over here will take care of your fittings and clothes ware. And
Macey and I will sort out her wardrobe." We both nod in unison as Stephanie orders to Nicholas, a fairly young Italian looking model: "Nick, I want a black sheek look with lots of gel, a purple velvet tie and black leather shoes- the ones we ordered for Brad but were never used." He nods as well as I interrupt anxiously, "As in Brad.. Brad Pitt?" "Yes sweetheart now lets get going!" She says pulling me away from Ian's grip into another room that's just a little dimmer, but loaded with a wardrobe fit for the entire British population.


Shit.





•AN•
I hoped you liked my update :) I have recently started a new novel- a one direction fan fiction if you are interested called: "Auditions and Predictions." I think if you like my
Writing, you'll like this :)


Xox Mians