The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

Chapter seventeen

I'm losing readers, which REALLY sucks bc I only have like ten to begin with, and it's making me feel like my story is flopping.
I don't want to be those authors who whine about reads, because I really don't care. It's just the few dedicated readers I've had who commented and voted aren't anymore. Honestly . . . Is this story getting bad? Lmk your opinions please because idk, I don't want you guys to get bored with this story! I really love writing it and I wanna make sure it's enjoyable.
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Ever since Harry admitted he loves me, I feel like any doubt and worries I had are long gone. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life. Everything has been smooth sailing the last couple weeks, thank god. I really didn't want to handle anymore drama for a while.

Harry's has been the new face for Gucci and he is blowing up. He's getting more and more modeling offers, which he turns down. I used to believe that celebrities weren't able to do a lot, and that they're only privilege was their money. It's surprised me how much control they have, which is good. I'd hate to be in a position where people had to choose what I had and could do.

Now, I was watching Harry get his hair done for his big photoshoot with Gucci. It was in Arizona, in some desert. I wasn't an outdoors person, especially in this heat. For the shoot, Harry was wearing a faux leopard coat and it was almost a hundred degrees; I hope he doesn't pass out. After the stylist was done, Harry got to pick a few accessories to wear. He looked like he was in heaven, with the display of everything from necklaces, chokers, and glasses to choose from.

"Look at these sick sunglasses!" He exclaims and tries them on.

He turns to me with a smile, "How do I look?"

I giggle, "Like a million dollar man."

"Good, because that's about what all this costs." He says and walks over to to wear the background ballerinas are standing.

"Ok Harry, you know what to do." The photographer says to him. Harry begins posing and looking into the camera with his natural, seductive look. I felt like I had to walk away, before I ended up tearing off his clothes in front of everyone.

I walked over to wear there was a few snacks and water bottles. I grabbed a water bottle and chugged it down.
Another male model who's name I couldn't be bothered to know, came up and asked if I could pass him a water bottle.

I did the simple task and he turns to me with a smile, "How do I get a girl like you to work for me?" He says while smirking, making me roll my eyes.

"Sorry, she belongs to me." I hear Harry say behind me, making the other model walk away.