One Direction And Another?

Keirall-Pick'n'Mix

“Boys, I’ve reserved your pre-chosen outfits, so you’d better say thanks before plunging into them and most probably ruining them during the photoshoot,” says Grace sturdily, motioning towards a rail filled with the clothes that looked like they were from the Up All Night cover.

“Pre-chosen outfits?” I say, looking at the boys intently.

“Yes,” replies Grace “I specially requested for them to pre-choose their clothes, so I could concentrate on your signature style. Now, let’s see what the department have got in store,”

Grace guided me to another room, much bigger than the one the boys’ clothes were in, that held about five long rows of clothing rails, each overly-stuffed with clothes of pretty much every style possible.

“Wow,” I murmur, and Grace beams at me.

“Take your pick,” She says “We’ll see what you prefer, and go from there in terms of fashion coordination,”

I feel nervous about picking out clothes in front of Grace, with all her intimidating knowledge of what looks right and what looks wrong on a person, so I scurry to the very back of the rails, and start to scroll through the variety of clothing before me. As my hand passes the fabrics, I start to question myself in my mind, picturing myself in each of the outfits. Immediately my brain replies no, not just to the black and white sophisticated piece next to me, but to the whole row, which seemed to hold clothing of very similar style. At the end of the rail is a paper with the word Chanel written on it.

“Yeesh,” I mumble, walking swiftly away from the severely-overpriced clothes, and onto the next rail, checking the piece of paper next to it in case it gave any suggestions to what I would find on it. Hollister. Nah, too mainstream. New Look. Meh. Littlewoods.com. Too mature. My eyes fall onto the second to last rail, where the word MIX is displayed clearly on the side. Mix? I haven’t heard of that brand…

“That’s not a brand,” says Grace, her timing almost scarily in sync with my brainwaves “it’s just what it says it is: a mix. Maybe you’ll find what you like in there,”

I look at the first outfit on the rail, and immediately fall in love. A purple statement t-shirt with the words I’m Me With An Extra Kick on it, a pair of black skinny jeans, red converse and a cute necklace with some sunglasses on it. In other words: perfect.

“Can I take this one?” I ask Grace, who has materialised next to me. She takes the outfit from my hand, and holds it against me.

“Normally,” she says, looking me up and down critically “I would say no to an outfit like this, but..,”

“But?” She hands me back the outfit, and points to a small white changing room in the corner.

“Let’s see you actually in the outfit first,”

I change quickly and zoom out of the changing room in less than five minutes.

“Tadaa!” Grace jumps up, startled, then returns to her normal organised stance, and starts to circle me analytically, tweaking things here, and smoothing things out there. Finally, she came back round to face me, looking slightly annoyed.

“I think it suits you brilliantly, and matches the boys’ outfits well too. Now,” and I see a smile forming on her face “we should choose your outfit,”

I grin, then head to the last rail, where the word Special is written on it…

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“Keirall! Welcome back from the Wardrobe of Doom!”

“Hey Keirall!”

“You’re looking great!”

“Finally, we nearly started without you!”

I walk into the studio, where John the photographer is checking his camera and adjusting its tripod, and the boys are fooling around with various random props John must have given them. Trust boys to play with toys, I think to myself with a grin, even though I have tendencies for an odd play with a Barbie doll sometimes. Hey, I get bored easily!

“You guys are looking great too!” I say, even though my brain would preferably replace the word great with utterly smexy.

“Are you sure great is the word best to describe us in our-“ wink “Present attire?” says Harry. What?!! How did he..?! I take a quick breath, then grin at him, fluttering my eyelashes.

“No,” I say sweetly “In fact, I do believe great is far too generous a compliment, but I guess you are my pals, so..,” I beam at them, then burst into giggles. Harry stares at me blankly before finally getting I was joking.

“God, Keirall, I thought you meant it for a second!” he exclaims, pushing me into a big blue beanie bag.

“Don’t be stupid, Harry, I’ll never say anything as mean that in a million years!”

“But,” says Niall, looking at me “you just said it,”

“Starting from now then,”

“Yup, this photo shoot certainly is starting now” says John, hopping smoothly into our conversation “Now, what do you want to do to start? We’ll have to take some single photos of you, Keirall, but we can start off with you and the boys, if you want,”

I look at the ground, suddenly realising how not used to the camera I am.

“Yeah, I think I’ll start with the boys,”

“Ok then. Now, would you boys like to put down those props? I’d like to do some simple shots first,”

The boys drop their toys(rhymes!) reluctantly, and stand next to me as John checks the camera angle. After a few tweaks, he stands from his crouching position and grins.

“All right. Keirall, can you stand in the centre of the boys please? Yeah, that’s it. Harry, could you swap places with Louis please…”

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Hiiiiiii! So sorry it took sooooooo long to upload! it got stuck in my school computer :P

For the next chapter, I'm probably going to do it in one of the boys' POV-you can guess!

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Ash xx