her remedy

17

Being on the cover of Vogue is not something I ever thought I would do, but I'm not complaining.

"I'll meet you there when I get done with work." Simon says, kissing me as I walk out the door.

"Love you!" I shout as I make my way to Michael's car.

"Love you too!" He shouts back.

It's going to be a good day.

*

Michael runs his hands through my wavy hair, trying to add more volume as a fan blows it behind me.

"Right here." A cameraman says, as I hold my face in my hands and stare straight into the camera.

"Perfect!" A woman shouts from behind him.

My stylist points to a rack of outfits and tells me to put on the one with the black belt.

I nod, changing and wondering why I would ever wear such a thing. It's a lot shorter and more revealing than anything I've ever worn, it highlights my curves, but I guess I don't have a choice.

"Really? This?" I ask when I step out of my dressing room.

Michael nods. "Yes, that. You look hot, Delly!"

I laugh and walk back over to stand in front of the camera. They blow the fan again and I move a piece of hair from my eyes.

Again, I'm told to change. This time it's into a floral dress. Relieved to be wearing something more modest, I change and come back out.

There's a fancy couch and a bunch of cameras surrounding it.

Great.

"Lay down on this couch." A woman tells me.

Sighing, I lay down and follow orders on how to adjust my arms and head and what facial expression I should do. The only thing that is truly on my mind is Simon.

After several minutes of laying on the couch, I change yet again, this time into a black dress.

My favorite.

They take the last shot and as I step away to get ready for my interview, my phone lights up with a text from Simon.

I'm outside the building, I have no clue where I'm supposed to go

I laugh and run outside, still in full hair and makeup and my dress, to meet him.

Leaning against his car, he looks surprised when he sees me, then he smiles widely. I put my hands on his shoulders and kiss him for a moment.

When I pull away, he looks me up and down and says, "You are so, so beautiful, Adele."

Blushing, I say, "And you are so, so attractive."

He takes my hand and kisses me again, until Michael comes outside and yells, "Careful, I spent two hours on her makeup and if you mess it up, you'll be the one to fix it."

Simon and I laugh.

"Come on, let's go." I say with excitement, leading him through the halls and to my dressing room.

He sits down on a couch as Michael does touch ups for my interview. He takes my wavy hair and pins part of it up, then tells me I'm ready.

I kiss Simon again, carefully so that I don't mess up Michael's hard work, and then walk out of the room and to my interview.

The interview lasts ten minutes and then I race back to my dressing room.

I sit down in the chair as Michael takes my hair down and brushes through it.

Simon watches and smiles at me when I turn to look at him. The three of us talk about random and mostly insignificant things.

Once my makeup is off and hair is undone, I slip into the bathroom to change into my own clothes. When I step out, part of the crew comes into my dressing room. One of them has a laptop.

"Adele, we finished editing the pictures. You just have to pick the ones you want in the magazine." He says.

I nod and sit on Simon's lap as the man sits next to me and everyone else crowds around the couch.

He places his arm around my waist and I feel so safe, even surrounded by people I don't really know.

We spend half an hour going through all the pictures that were taken, and I choose a dozen that I like.

Every time a new photo comes up, I watch Simon's expression. For the majority of the photos, he looked really happy and proud. For some of them, like the black belt outfit, he looked surprised. Occasionally, his jaw would drop and he would hold me a little tighter against him.

Once the crew leaves, Michael says, "Do you need a ride home, Adele, or?" He looks at Simon.

"I've got her." Simon answers.

Michael nods and says, "Have fun you two. Make good choices." He shuts the door.

We laugh and Simon stands up, walking over to me. I grab my stuff, ready to leave, but I'm interrupted by Simon's lips crashing on to mine.

He kisses me with an enormous amount of passion, to the point where he has to pull away to catch his breath.

"What was that about?" I laugh.

"I had to hold that in the whole time we were going through hot pictures of you."

Blushing, I say, "Thanks babe."

"Are you ready to go?" He says, almost impatiently as if he's been waiting to take me somewhere.

I nod. "Ready."

He takes my hand and walks back out to his car. Holding the door open for me, I get in and watch him walk to his side.

He's so gorgeous.

He takes off from the building, placing his hand on my thigh and occasionally glancing in my direction instead of the road.

It takes all the self control in me not to kiss him.

"Adele, I just want you to know, you're the most beautiful person on the planet, inside and out."

Again, I blush. He always had that effect on me. "Thank you." I say softly. "Why are you going so fast? Where are you taking me?" I laugh.

With a gentle and mysterious smile, he says, "I'm taking you home and nowhere else."