5:35 Am
My alarm goes off and i jump out of bed rushing myself to get dressed, before my mom has to come up here and tell me to do so repeatedly
Oh how that would be an amazing way to start my day...
I dig through my closet, thinking of all the possible outfits I could wear.. which doesn't take very long, considering I'm not much of a browser..I decide on wearing black skinny jeans, a navy blue sweater, and grey combat boots. "Hmm not a bad outfit" I think out loud. i straighten my hair, and add just a tad bit of mascara on then head down stairs to the living room to meet my mom.
"Its 6:43, what took you so long?" she asked with an agitated voice. "What do you mean so long? it only took me 10 minutes to get ready. And we don't even have to leave until 8:00.." she turns to look at me with an evil glare basically telling me to shut up. I do just that and eat the breakfast she sits I don't of me.
see my mom says that being early is on time, being on time is late, and being late is unprofessional. She has always been that way, don't ask... But the reason she is extra momzilla Today is because we are meeting with my manager Louis Tomlinson to discuss my next step to furthering my modeling career. My parents are money hungry, or shall i say my mother is my dad just goes along with whatever she says. She put me in the modeling industry before i could say two words. cameras don't scare me and i don't get nervous when posing around strangers.. I guess being forced to be confident no matter the circumstances helps with the nerves.
"Get in the car your dad is already waiting for us."
I do as she says and climb into the vehicle. we stop at a nice cafe called Cafe Habana. Its very peaceful looking and not many people are around at this time in the morning. i spot Louis almost immediately and sit at the table he was previously at. Louis stands for a minute after shaking my hand and greeting my parents before sitting once again.
"well, well, well.. how is everyone this fine morning? I wasn't expecting you all to come so early." Louis smiles. "I'm-- " i get cut off by my mom.. of course. "we are lovely, thank you. Now please, lets get to business shall we?" "oh yes of course, so Guinevere--" "its Gwen." i correct him.
"Of course Love. so Gwen, the next step to furthering your career.. we have arranged for you to do a three month long photo shoot in Rome Italy, with one of the most talented photographers in all of Europe."
"what?" i am very surprised and excited at this news. "that's amazing, when do we leave?." my mother speaks. "yes well there are a few faults i'm afraid, miss banks here must go only with the photographer."
"What?!" I yell in nervousness and anger.. I don't want to be alone in a house with a stranger for three months!!
"excuse me?" anger clear in her voice. "yes well, no one is allowed to see Mr. Payne's new collection, only allowing the model and photographer of course, and the both of them will be sharing a private house where Liam keeps almost all of his collection. It is of course for this photoshoot." He says with confidence although I can hear a hint of nervousness in his voice hoping my mother will allow this.i blink rapidly at his words and begin to shift in my seat. i will be staying in a house alone across the world with a man i don't know. when i look at my mom her face is twisted in anger and my father, beside her, is whispering in her ear, trying to calm her i assume. "Look, my daughter doesn't go anywhere on business trips with out me especially over seas. But I understand if Mr. Payne wants to keep his collection hidden I will respect his wishes, so I assume you will be joining them to keep my child safe?." My mother asks but in a way demands he follows her rule. "Yes love of course i am her manager, It is my job to go." He assures her. She then smiles and I speak.
"who is this man i will be staying with?" i ask nervously. "Harry Styles." he simply answers. "Styles?!" i ask. "yes, hes a bit challenging at times and expects perfection, but all around amazing at what he does." I drop my jaw in aw, I can't believe I'll be working with such a talented human being. "His work is absolutely amazing! When do we get to meet him?" I ask.
"as a matter of fact here he is now." i look over to where Louis is gesturing and notice a tall handsome man walking towards our table, green eyes looking into mine, almost as if he can read my mind and hear my thoughts, and trust me he won't want to know what I'm thinking right now. His hair is pushed back away from his face and I almost want run away from the smirk he gives me after noticing how red my cheeks are.
Shit I close my eyes trying to push away my dirty thoughts ....
(Yay finally got this one up (: hope you liked this extremely short chapter.)
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Treachery
FanfictionGwen is a model, he is her photographer, is that all they will ever be? With his mysteriousness, and her curiosity, could it ruin there chances?