Band Imagines

OM&M - Austin Carlile

I'm Not Jealous

AUSTIN

y/n had left her phone at our apartment and I knew she needed it because it had her work schedule on. She was on a photo shoot for some alternative clothing line so I could drop it off on my way to the studio.

~Photoshoot~

I was let onto the shoot easily; everyone knew y/n. y/n was a very genuine and friendly person which you didn't get that often in the modelling business, which made y/n very attractive to photographers and companies.

"You must be Austin, y/n's just through those doors."

Some model taps me on the shoulder; she looked familiar so maybe I'd seen her hanging out with y/n once or twice.

"Err thanks. She left her phone; will the photographer mind me going in?"

"No he won't mind, but be wary around him because he's kind of creepy. He made me and some of the other girls feel uncomfortable, but y/n is too nice to say anything to him."

I thank the model and make my way towards the doors. y/n had worked with creeps before, she assured me it was all a part of her job description.

The room was set up to look like something out of a Goths wet dream; y/n was in her element being a huge fan of this kind of stuff. I watched as she was directed how to pose against a black backdrop by some hipster wannabe holding a camera.

"No, you're not standing right y/n. Here let me show you what I mean."

I watch as the photographer waltzes over to y/n and stands behind her getting a little too close for comfort. I wouldn't have minded if my girlfriend was wearing less revealing clothes because sometimes photographers had to be hands on. But this guy was being hands on because he could and wanted to. He parts her legs and holds her hand before guiding it across her chest quite slowly. A look of unease flashes across y/n's face as the guy brushes her hair over one shoulder and strokes her neck for a few seconds.

Enough was enough so I clear my throat grabbing both of their attention. y/n's eyes light up and she smiles, while the photographer shoots me daggers.

"Austin, what are you doing here?"

I hold up her phone and she all but runs towards me throwing her arms around my neck.

"Thanks for bringing this babe. How long were you watching?"

"Long enough to not like this guy y/n."

y/n chuckles, "Austin at the end of the day you're the only guy that gets to kiss me and see me naked. Besides no one here likes him so he won't work with us again. You're cute when you're jealous."

I scoff, "I'm not jealous y/n."

The photographer walks over and y/n stands by my side.

"Austin meet Paul, the photographer."

"Austin, I'm a big fan of your band. y/n is wonderful to photograph."

I reluctantly shake his hand plastering on a fake smile.

"Thanks, I just came to drop off my girlfriend's phone."

Paul's face drops slightly at my bombshell but he quickly recomposes himself. So he did like y/n, well she was mine and only mine.

"When you're ready to continue the shoot just head back on over y/n. It was nice meeting you, Austin."

y/n playfully hits me in the side shaking her head as Paul walks away.

"I love when you get jealous and possessive Austin. But I really need to get to the studio before the guys kill me."

Seeing Paul watching us over y/n's shoulder I take the opportunity to kiss my girlfriend. y/n kisses me back and I know I can leave her here and not worry about Paul making any uncalled for moves. Now I was happy y/n left her phone at home.