What do you do when the guy your in love with doesn't even know you exist?

Part 5-What do you do when the guy your in love with doesn't even know you exist?

PART 5

Sorry this took me so long. I found this part hard to write because I didn't know which way I wanted the story to go. But I am finally happy with it! Also during this part I included a bit in Louis's point of view, so you can know what is going through his head instead of guessing :) Hope you like it.

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I walked out of my room to the landing to meet my Dad and the two men. My Dad was grinning at me, and I grinned back.

"Wow, you did a really good job on your friend. That make up is fantastic! Its such a contrast with her blonde hair." Will said as he caught sight of Mia.

Oh my god. A compliment from a very famous and talented photographer! I thought I was about to faint.

"Are you ready to see your studio?" My Dad asked and I nodded. He walked towards the door and I followed right behind him. I could barley contain my excitement. He opened the door and walked inside. I gasped. It was everything I had ever dreamed of. The room was painted a pure white as was the floor. On the far back wall there was a white drop background with a white plaster floor. Just like the one in the studio. To my right there was a desk with a huge silver moniter with all sorts of things connected to it. By the side of the moniter there was a camera. But not just any camera. A white camera, with some sort of pink writing on the side. Around the room there was different lights and props in places.

I was speechless. It was just amazing.

"Do you like it?"

I looked over to my Dad who was watching me. A satisfied expression on his face.

"Like it? LIKE IT? I FREAKING LOVE IT!" I exclaimed, all but rugby tackling him into a hug.

"Glad to hear it." He laughed. He walked me over to the desk and picked up the camera and handed it to me. I could see what the writing said on the side. The words 'bella figlia' were written in pink on the side in fancy writing. I new this ment 'beautiful daughter' in Italian because it is what my Dad always calls me. "This camera is the latest edition. It has all your classic features but it has an extra clip on zoom piece, as well as a faster shutter time. Will here owns one."

I looked over at Will, he was smiling at me. I noticed then that Mia, Louis and James had come in and were looking around in awe. Rick from Topshop was standing next to Will. But he wasn't looking around, he was looking at me. Studying me. I blushed and quickly looked away, back to my Dad.

"I love it! It's perfect." I gave my Dad another hug. I couldn't believe he had done all of this for me. What if I let him down now? He had every faith that I would be successful. What if Will didn't think I was good enough? How could I live with myself if I let my Dad down after he had gone to so much effort for me?

I couldn't fail. Simple.

With this new determination, I took the camera from my Dad and set it up on the moniter. When a picture was taken it would appear on the huge screen of the moniter, so Will and everyone would see them as I was taking them. Granted they wouldn't be edited but someone as good as Will would be able to see from the raw photo if I was good enough.

"Mia would you just stand in the middle of the set, so I can take some warm up shots and check the lighting." Well this was it. All I had to do is take some pictures. It was what I had been doing all my life and it was what I loved. It should be easy. So why did I feel like I was about to throw up?

Mia stood in the center of the white set. My Dad walked to the back of the room with everyone else. Will stepped slightly forward so he had a clear view of what I was doing. I took a shot of Mia. The lighting was too dull so I adjusted it accordingly. I took another shot and I was happy with the result. I changed the settings on my camera to Black+White. What can I say I have a thing for it! The next shot I took was of Mia's face just to make sure the light didn't reflect too much.