“Barbara you’re on the runway in 2 minutes.” My manager Phil said.
“Alright.” I sighed.
Today was the 2013 Victoria Secret fashion show. I was the start off model. Fall Out Boy starts singing and it’s my que. I pull myself together and do a quick prayer prior to potentially embarassing myself. I’ve always been fearful of going out on the runway, what if I fall, what if I look stupid, what if something is wrong with my hair or my face. I obviously have paranoia, you can’t blame me. I put on a dramatic face and begin my long walk in 7 inch heels. I really dreaded this. While I was about half way through I made eye contact with the audience to see a perfect guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was staring at me too, he probably thought that I looked stupid. I know models are supposed to be very confident and set off that role but I’m not. I’ve always been very insecure about my appearance, I just don’t think I’m good enough to be able to be a Victoria Secret model. Whatever. I realized that I hadn’t been walking and I’d been staring at the guy. He looks awfully familiar but I can’t remember where I’ve seen him before. I composed myself once again and headed back.
After sitting backstage for about another hour watching everybody else have there runway moment the show ended. I decided I’d just call a taxi to take me to the hotel. I’m exhausted and I really don’t want to hear the sound of all of these damn models going on about how great they looked in the limo. How could they be so cocky I didn’t get it. It was 11:00pm in London, once I finally gathered all my belongings and was ready to go, the taxi station wasn’t answering. They must’ve been too busy. Great. I started my long walk back to the hotel, exhausted, and sore from standing on heels all night. Just what I needed.
Niall’s POV.
“Harry can I please just stay, can’t you go with Liam or something I really don’t want to go to a fashion show, unlike you I don’t get a thrill of watching almost nude girls walk down a runway for hours.” I said with clear frustration.
“Stop whining Niall, you’re going.” Harry said back.
I guess there’s no point in arguing back, I’ll have to suck it up. How bad can it be? Me and Harry got picked up and made our way to this damn fashion show that I really don’t want to go to. I don’t get why Harry wants to go either, does he really want to see Cara and Taylor? Both of his exes? Sometimes the kid doesn’t think. We finally arrived and sit in our reserved places in the front row. After about thirty minutes of pure boredom the show finally begins. Everybody stands on there feet clapping while I just remain sitting down. Fall Out Boy, one of my favorite bands comes out on stage and I grow a liking to this show. As I was watching them, Harry nudged my shoulder.
“Bloody fucking hell look at that girl.” He said.
I quickly rised my head to meet eyes with the most gorgeous person I have ever layed my eyes on. She has long brown hair, blue eyes, a perfect smile, and a fit body. I realized her staring at me also, my cheeks burned and she probably thought I looked stupid, she knows who I am right? Maybe not. When I was watching the show I realized none of the models were as pretty as the one I saw. I could automatically tell that they’re all high maintanence girls, except for her, she looked so genuine and so innocent. I wanted to know who she was, possibly talk to her. What was I thinking. I’m Niall James Horan, I’m basically famous for getting rejected by everybody, bummer. Me and Harry decided to take in London, we haven’t been here for awhile. Instead of getting brought back to the hotel we walked.
“Niall?” Harry said.
“Yeah?” I responded.
“You’ve been in your own little world for a while mate are you alright?” He said.
“That model, the one you pointed out she was perfect and I keep envisioning her face in my head. Cheesy I know, I just wonder who she is.” I said.
“It’s Barbara Palvin mate, I’ve met her on multiple occassions, she was friends with Cara. They used to share a hotel room when I’d visit her.” Harry said.
Immediately my heart dropped. Her name is Barbara, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Figuring out one thing about her made me want to find out more. I want to talk to her and get to know her and I will one way or another. This time, I was not taking no for an answer.
“It’s a bit cold man, want to stop by a shop and get some coffee?” Harry said.
I agreed.
