Chapter 3-Adie's P.O.V.
I heard my alarm clock ring and immediately jumped out of bed. I flicked on my lights, threw open my curtains, and turned on the radio which was blasting "One Thing" by One Direction-perfect. When I talked to Matt on the phone, he said to arrive at the studio with casual clothes and natural hair and makeup. I put on a gray jumper that went down to my mid-thighs, black lace tights, and a pair of worn-in black leather combat boots. I only washed my face and pulled my thick auburn hair into a side plait, letting a few pieces fall out around my face. I picked up my giant red bag and silently left my flat, knowing my mum wouldn't care if I had left or not. The location for the shoot was a studio a few blocks away with a really gorgeous park behind it where I played when I was little. I quickly finished the short walk and entered the building.
"Adie!" I heard Matt call after me.
"Hi Matt!" I exclaimed, wrapping him into a hug.
"Ready?" he asked me, almost as excited as I felt.
"As ready as I'll ever be!" I responded, feeling my nerves begin to get to me. Here I was, with no modeling experience, in a photoshoot with the world's biggest boyband. To say the least, I was nervous.
"Alright, well your dressing room is down there. You're sharing with the boys, since the dressing room you were supposed to have makes a great backdrop for pictures, according to my creative director." Matt laughed and turned into an office where I could see he was working with his camera. I took a deep breath and pushed the door into the massive dressing room open.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!" I heard, and caught sight of Louis wearing a pair of bright blue-green chinos ans holding a black and white striped tshirt to his chest. He was perfectly tanned and had messy brown hair and bright turquoise eyes.
"Got something to hide there, Lou?" Zayn chuckled, poking Louis in the side. His hair was dark and quiffed, accented by hazel eyes, olive skin, and his only piece of clothing, a pair of low slung jeans.
"Oh Louis, don't be insecure! I love you!" Harry said, burying Louis in a hug. His hair was wild, brown, and curly, and he had glassy green eyes and a tall, lean body which I quickly realized was totally naked.
"Group hug!" Niall cried in his adorable Irish accent. His thick blonde hair was wild and messy, clear blue eyes lit his face, and he was snuggled into a heavy hoodie and jeans.
"Hey, I'm Liam. Sorry about them," he said, approaching me with his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. He had perfectly wavy light brow hair, deep, beautiful brown eyes, and a tall, athletic build. His smile was warm, genuine, and completely content.
"Hey, I'm Adie," I replied, offering him a hand to shake.
"No, no," he said, "the 10s always get hugs." He pulled me into his bare chest as I breathed him in and hugged him back.
"I thought nobody got a 10," I whispered.
"Right, nobody got a 10...until now," he whispered back.
