Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 2

Harry

I have a love-hate relationship with my job.

I take pictures of beautiful woman for a living. I can capture gorgeous moments in time with just a click of a camera. That's what I love.

I also am so far from the beauty. The unexplainable beauty is just at my finger tips, but I cannot seem to grasp it; I cannot seem to hold the beauty and keep it for myself. That is what I hate.

According to my very opinionated older sister, 'You wanna be a photographer? The only photographer I know is my best friend, and he's gay. Are you trying to tell me something, Harry?'

I know exactly where I'd be without her-- happy. She's a big pain in my ass. Maybe I'd still be a virgin if she hadn't told her friend, whatever-her-name-is, to seduce me, a lonely, horny seventeen year old, to steal my virtue. Gemma only makes me gag.

"Harold?" My boss chirps from across the hall. I snap back into relativity. At twenty two years of age I still cannot focus when someone is speaking to me. "Would you mind taking over Kendall's shift? She can't make it."

"Yeah," I say numbly. "Oh, yeah! Sure!" I scramble for my equipment as my boss shakes her head as she stalks off. Kendall is the only girl here worth dreaming about. She's tall, which I like, and doesn't have two boulders on her chest. She's quite honestly the most perfect specimen I've ever seen. Plus, she's as sweet as a peach.

The man who works the desk hands me all the information for the photoshoot and I dart out the studio's doors. While I'm driving I read through the folder.

Lingerie shoot, hmm? This might be fun.

According to the angry fat man at the set I'm fifteen minutes late. My mind drifts off to the leggy brunette who left me this job.

But the strangest feeling washes over me as the flap to a tan tent is opened. I watch a girl about six feet even storm over to angry fat man.

"Oswald!" She grunts, a few curses following his name. "What happened to my girl? Where is she?"

He holds his hands up in surrender. "I have no--."

The scent of daisey overpowers my senses. The most gorgeous woman runs up to Oswald. An entire head of chocolate swirls and curls bounce as she comes to a stop.

"I'm sorry I'm late! My uber was taking forever!"

Oswald pinches the bridge of his nose. Without another word she's pulled into the tan tent by the ear. The fat man forgets my existence and stalks off to bother someone else.

My eyes stray on the tan tent for another minute before I set up my equipment where a smiley woman tells me.

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I crash on the small couch. Louis pokes his head through the kitchen entrance.

"What would you like for dinner, darling?"

I sit quietly for a second. My voice is almost a whimpers as I answer. "Chocolate."

Louis folds his arms over his chest and pops a hip out. "Boy, I can't hear you when you're whimpering like a pussy ass bitch."

"Um, anything would be fine, Lou."

My roommate nods his head and returns back to the kitchen. I slump against the couch. For the first time since I've started working at the studio I didn't imagine Kendall as the model.

Because a woman even more beautiful was in front of the camera. Bella they called her.

It suits her.

It was torture watching her in those little bras and panties. She had to pose for the camera, her teasing brown eyes catching mine every now and then.

I didn't even have a chance to ask her to dinner. She was wisked away seconds after the final photo. A man in a blue Jeep drove her off after greeting her with a kiss to the cheek.

Maybe she has a boyfriend. But let's not think of that. I need to see her again.

Her and those curls.