Kay was super nervous as she pushed the door to the employee entrance open. This was without doubt the biggest day of her career, she had to keep that in mind and not think about who's makeup it was she was doing. Liz was an angel for setting this up for her. She'd gotten the call the night before
"Please tell me you are free tomorrow?!" Liz had yelled by way of greeting.
"Hey love, no I'm working why?"
"At the counter or freelancing?"
"Counter. Again why?"
"I've double booked for tomorrow...and I know you are going to want one of the jobs." Kay could hear the smile in Liz's voice.
"I'm listening"
"Makeup assistant on Chatty Man...you'll never guess who the guests are."
"Your gonna say one direction aren't you?"
"I'm gonna say one direction baby."
"This is a joke right?"
"Nope, I'm over at the beeb all day and I can't back out now...so they are yours...if you want them?" She joked knowing her friend would give her right hand to get her paws on the lads in 1D.
She owed Liz big time, she was going to have to make a huge dent in her staff product allowance to gift her.
Kay was snapped out of her thoughts by a security guard asking for ID. She started rooting in her bag for her passport, pulling out her purse and other detritus from the bottom. Someone behind her sighed. "Ma'am if you could step to one side please." The security guard rumbled in a beautiful deep Jamaican accent.
"Just gimme a sec, its in here somewhere," she turned and handed a handful of junk to the person behind "Hold that for me a mo would ya please. Ha! Got it. See told you I had it!" She said triumphantly, handing her passport to the large man. He checked it over, grudgingly gave her a pass and gave a map of where to go. Kay set off but heard a familiar voice say "Do you not want your stuff back love?" She turned on her heels and looked straight into the sparkling green eyes of one Harry Edward Styles. Oh fuck.
"Shit. Thanks." She held her hands out to take back her belongings.
"Well you don't want to get caught without them." He laughed raising his perfect eyebrows. Kay's own brows furrowed in confusion before she realised what he was placing back in her outstretched hands. Perfect. She'd only asked him to hold her fucking tampons!
"Oh my god, I'm mortified." She whispered, wanting the ground to swallow her up.
"It's ok...I have seen Tampax before." Harry laughed with a wink, making her cringe even more.
"I don't actually need them right now. You so don't need to know that. Fuck. Ok. Can we just pretend the whole tampon thing never happened please? I'm nervous enough about this job. I'm Kay, I'll be the makeup assistant on today's recording. Nice to meet you Mr Styles."
Harry shook her hand with both of his "Mr Styles, that's adorable...you have to be older than me, please call me Harry."
"You saying I look old?" Kay teased.
"No! Your very young and er attractive looking."
"Nice save Slick"
"Makeup assistant hey, that means you'll be the one touching me up today yeah?" Kay had known, just known, he would say that at some point.
The rest of the band arrived saying their greetings to each other and looking at Kay curiously "Guys this is the makeup assistant Kay."
"Hey Kay." They chorused before all shaking her hand.
