One Love

New York Fashion Week

I love fashion week and I have my favorite designers so I will be using my favorites in this chapter and other chapters that will be talking about fashion. My favorites are from the 1940s on. I am a huge Chanel (more 1940s than now) and McQueen fan in this story Alaxander McQueen will still be alive and well. It was a sad day when we lost such a brilliant talent to suicide. Please if you are feeling that low tell someone.

Thank you everyone who have been reading my story so far. I really appreciate the reads, the comments and the votes.

I would also like to dedicate this chapter to arty_writes. Thank you so much for your votes of confidence and helping me through my writings. If you have a chance please read her works.

~Always_Hufflepuff~

Harry thought he knew how popular  Mr. Black was. That changed when they landed in New York. His bosses popularity was directly shoved in to his face, by the way of flashes of light and people screaming for Mr. Blacks attention. This was the first time Harry had to use physical force to get them to the entourage of cars waiting for them.

------------4 days later----------

With dark glasses on Harry sat watching people come and go. Mindful of who was around him and Mr. Black. In these situations it was clear that Mr. Black wanted Harry to be next to him at all times. So even though Harry thought nothing of fashion he was sitting in the front watching not only the models but everybody around them.

That was until he saw him. They had just walked from the Chanel runway and now they were seated at a McQueen showing. The first model out had Harry slack jawed and drooling. He was beautiful. Harry's eyes followed the man down the runway, drinking in every detail he could. As the man turned to go back down the runway his head slightly turned towards Harry and gave him a wink, as he disappeared behind the runway wall.

Unknown to Harry, Ryu was watching everything that took place between the two men.

With a growl he elbows Harry and under his breath says "Quit drooling, your suppose to be working, now act like it."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir." Was all Harry could mumble out as he sat up straighter in his chair. Once again scanning everything and everybody around him and Mr. Black.

The show ended and Mr. Black starts walking towards the backstage to find the designer. He wanted to talk to them about an upcoming spread Mr. Black was featuring in his magazine.

"Alaxander! It is so great to see you again. Such a beautiful collection for Spring. Your talent constently amazes me." Mr. Black states to the eccentric man.

With a huge smile the man excitedly  says "Thank you Mr. Black, always a joy to see you at these shows." 

Smiling Mr. Black takes the mans arm and they start walking and talking. Harry just a step or two behind them.

They start to slow down when they get to the changing area for the models that were just used for the runway show. Once in the middle of the area all three men stop. Alaxander McQueen steps away from Mr. Black and loudly clears his throat.

"Now that I have your attention I want to thank each and everyone of you for helping me and my team put on an amazing show." Started McQueen, "Now before you change into your street clothes can I please have you line up facing me."

The models step up and put themselves into a line facing all three men.

"Now I am sure you all recognize the gentleman who is here. If not well you really should find a new profession." With a sly smile McQueen continues. "Mr. Black here is putting a fashion spread in his magazine Vogue. He will now be choosing the models that will be in that shoot."