Fancy Pants || l.s.

chapter 7

1 week later

"I don't get why we all just don't have our own dressing rooms." Harry said as he was dressing into his outfit.

It was finally the last show of the season and there wouldn't be another show for another three months or more. Unless of course, Harry was called to model for a different brand. Then, his agent would have to tell him and he'd most likely have to travel and wouldn't have any breaks. He definitely didn't want that. He just wanted a break from everyone and mainly from Andrew who's constantly been calling him.

"I dunno." Vivienne said as she pulled Harry's hair back. "Why don't she ask Mr. Sanders, hmm?" She laughed jokingly and took a step back to examine Harry's hair.

"Ha ha, very funny. I will definitely ask him to have our own proper dressing rooms." Harry laughed.

"Well, since you came early, you have quite a lot of time on your hands before the show starts." Vivienne said as she cleaned the small table to prepare the next model. "Why you walk around the building? No ones really here except for a few models."

"Yeah. I guess." Harry shrugged and grabbed his phone. He came early this time, and by early, I mean four hours early. Why? He was already near by and didn't want to come back later on. After changing and setting up and doing hair and makeup, there was only about an hour and a half left for the show and models were now just starting to pour into the building. Zayn didn't come because he had a family emergency so it was just Harry walking around the building.

"Hey, Harry!" A voice shouted. Harry looked up from his phone and waved at Emilio.

"Hey, Em." He walked over to him and smiled. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed for the show?"

"Yeah. Just wanted to say hi." Emilio nodded and smiled. "Great job by the way. You're doing great." He said as he walked backwards to the dressing room and waved goodbye. Harry waved back and let out a huff.

Harry walked to the wooden antique benches near the single bathroom and sat down, trying not to ruin his tux. He pulled out his phone and went to his text messages. He opened his messages with Zayn, right as he was about to text him, his phone vibrated, indicating he was getting a call. He looked at the caller ID and quickly went into the bathroom. He but his bottom lip and swiped to answer. He took in a deep breath and put the phone to his ear.

"What do you-" Before Harry even finished, he was interrupted.

"You're a bitch you know that?"

"Why are you calling me?" Harry sighed. A few days after the breakup, Andrew started Harry at least once everyday. Harry knew Andrew would say the same thing over and over. Yet for some reason, those same words he said, made him cry every time.

"I don't know why I dated you in the first place."

"Please, sto-"

"No. Listen to me." Andrew began before speaking again. "You broke up with me. Fucken Zayn, beat me up."

"He didn't actually beat you up. He just punched you. You can't keep calling me. I told you that alrea-"

"Shut up!" He shouted on the other line. He was now furious and his voice rose as he continued to speak. "Zayn punched me. You broke up with me. Why the fuck did you break up with me? Was I not good enough for you, Harry? You know what? You're a slut. You were a game. You meant nothing to me. You're useless and you're disgusting."