Faking Famous (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Pierre

 I look at myself on the mirror and sigh nervously. I guess my appearance cant get better than this. I grab my purse and head out of the mansion’s large doors. I enter my car and type the studio’s address on the built-in GPS, and wait for the information to load. The directions pop up and I start my car. I wait for the automatic gates to open and drive out of the house’s driveway. I fish my sunglasses from my purse and put them on, the morning sun blinding me.

I look at the rearview mirror and spot a car with a man holding a camera and taking snapshots. Tourists are incredible at this time of the year. The GPS instructs me to turn right, and I do so, entering one of Los Angeles’ most expensive neighborhoods. I glance backwards again and notice that the car I saw earlier was still following me. I get an eerie feeling and speed up. If the driver speeds up too, they are definitely following me. If they don’t, I’m being paranoid. They speed up too. I look at the GPS and calm down a bit because I am one block away from the studio. They can’t follow me in.

I park my car and lock it. Suddenly swarms of people encircle me, camera flashes blinding my eyes.

“Kendall, Kendall! Look here!”

“Kendall, what’s it like to be dating Harry Styles?”

“Is it true that you’re engaged?”

I push through the crowd and manage to enter the studio. I go towards the receptionist and try to pull myself together. She looks up from her computer and smiles at me apprehensively.

“What a crowd! You’ve almost got trampled over out there!”

“Yeah, I don’t know why they bother, I’m not famous or anything… So, I’m supposed to shoot with um… Pierre or something? My name’s Kendall Lacey.”

“Yeah! Okay, you’ve got dressing room number one; it’s the first one on the right. Your stylist, hairdresser and makeup artist are already there. Good luck!”

“Thanks!” I walk towards where she indicated me and find a door with my name plastered on it. Oh god.

I open the door and peek in, spotting two girls and a man sitting on the black leather couch.

“Oh, you must be Kendall! I’m Jane and these are Scarlett and Stefan,” A girl in her twenties or so stands up and greets me. I smile at them, and stay awkwardly on the center of the room. “So, your friend called and told us all of your measurements, so your wardrobe is all set. Sit down.”

I sit down on the makeup chair and Scarlett starts applying concealer and foundation on my makeup-less face. I put on my earbuds and close my eyes. Stefan starts applying hair products on my hair and i let him to it. Intro by The XX starts playing and I zone out, just appreciating the music. After some minutes I open my eyes and stare up curiously at them.

"What's the shoot about?" I ask Scarlett.

"We're doing Victoria's Secret lingerie from their new line." My eyes shoot wide open. I can't do this. I won't stand on a room only wearing underwear for the whole world to see. I will end up on some middle-aged guy's wall. Oh god. 

"What?! Nobody told me that i would be semi-naked on the shoot! What the hell!" I sit up on the chair and turn around to face Jane. "I'll be able to wear something on top of the lingerie right?"

"Sure," She smiles at me comfortingly and I calm down a little. I can't back down; I’m a model now. Ugh. I let Scarlett and Stefan resume their work on me and place the earbuds on my ears again. Stefan tells me that they are finished. I sit up straight again, looking at my reflection in amazement. My cheekbones seem higher, My long eyelashes and the black eyeliner and around my eyes make the colors of my irises pop. The red lipstick makes my lips look fuller and bigger. My hair is curled to perfection with natural, loose waves on it. I stand up and go towards Jane, for my outfit fitting. 

"Kendall you look stunning! Oh my god!"

"Thanks," I reply with a soft smile, blushing slightly. She grabs my hand and pushes me towards a section of the dressing room full of racks of clothes. She selects three sets of lingerie and hands them to me. 

"Okay, here's what you're gonna wear. I think you'll only model two of them, so select which ones you like." I pink a red boyshort with matching bra, and some black set with lace on the side. Well, at least they are not so revealing. "Go change in there. Then you can pick your robe. Oh, and the lingerie is a gift."

I go to the changing room and close the door. I strip my clothes off and put them on a corner. I put the boyshort on and then the bra, closing the clasp. I open the door and try to hide myself with my arms.

"Your body is flawless, I’m so jealous." Scarlett says. I run towards where Jane said the robes were and I select a red lace one that seems the most unrevealing of the rack. "Okay! Time to shoot!" I put on some slippers and hold the heels Jane hands to me. We all get out of the dressing room and we follow the long corridor until we enter a door labeled 'VS Shoot'.

The room is full of lightning equipment and people are swarming around. There's a bed with messy sheets on the middle of the set. Rose petals are thrown here and there, decorating the floor. A guy with brown hair and pretty brown eyes comes towards me smiling. He looks about twenty and is very handsome, to be honest. 

"Hey, I'm Pierre and I’ll be the photographer of the shoot. Nice to meet you." He says in a heavy French accent. 

"Kendall," I reply back, shaking his hand. 

“Nice to meet you. Let’s start?” He grabs my arm and pulls me towards the bed on the middle of the room.

 I kick my slippers off and sit on the bed, putting on the heels. Pierre starts taking pictures of me. I guess he thought I was purposely making some pose. I stand up and take a deep breath. Be confident. I smile at the camera and put my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, the pose’s perfect! Just make a serious face and pout a little. Gorgeous!” He flashes his white teeth at me.

  I sit on the middle of the bed and put my legs under me. I stood up on the bed and opened my legs a little, making a bad girl pose as Pierre called it. He continued complimenting me, sometimes a little bit too passionately for my taste. He was stepping on the line of okay complimenting and trying-to-get-laid-complimenting. I looked around and saw no one but us on the set. They must have left sometime, and I didn’t notice. Pierre suddenly put his camera on the floor and start heading towards me.

“What are you doi…” He kisses me, cutting my question. I push him away and shout.

“What the hell dude! What’s your problem?” I take the heels off and start running towards my dressing room.  I go into the changing room and put my clothes on with the underwear from the photshoot. I get my bag and dash out into the corridor. I bump into Jane, Scarlett and Stefan on the lobby, all of them with confused expressions.

“Thank you guys for everything! I gotta go, bye!” I shout, running through the door, crossing the paparazzi crowd into my car, driving away from the disastrous set.