:DAN | danxreader

Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Nine

It is all a blur. Maybe because my vision got defused by tears or maybe because I don't want to recall the moment he finally ripped the bandaid off.

He just can't do that anymore, he said. He hopes to see me when I'm back, if I come back. He wishes me the best and hopes to hear from me. He loves me.

I've never been so glad to have a few days off. Normally because I could spend time cuddling on the bed with my boyfriend but this time because I could spend time cuddling on the bed with my pillow and crying because of my boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend.

And never have I been so grateful to have Alex, who made my eyes look awake and my skin alive. She instantly knew something was off when she came in a few days later. I haven't been answering any texts, not that I've gotten many since we broke up.

I am about to answer one from Zoe before she writes "Are you pulling a Dan on me rn?", with a laughing emoji behind it. I know she is joking and I know she doesn't have any bad intensions because she simply doesn't know. I haven't told anyone yet but I'm sure I will soon.

Scrolling through my Instagram, I delete pictures associated with him and even look at his page. He doesn't have many with me on there but the pictures and the videos I am featured in are still up.

Today is the day we will cast the models that will represent the line of clothing and bring the pieces to life on their beautiful bodies. Even though I am not in the mood at all, the sight of people that are excited to be in my presence makes me forget about my worries for a little.

Only for new ones to come.

We are about to wrap up the day, when Richard, Fleur and I are sitting around the table and each pick out our five favourite women.

Looking at mine, I am extremely happy about the picks. They are diverse, different and beautiful with different skin tones, ranges in height and size and have beautiful personalities.

I take a quick glaze at Fleur's, who show the same variety in people, everyone looking absolutely stunning.

The happiness about the picks soon fades when Richard shows me his: All tall, white, long haired and skinny models with stern expressions.

"Um- they're beautiful but this line is about diversity and charm. To me they look uninterested and just all the same. Not that I wouldn't want to exclude them. No way. I picked a tall, skinny and white girl as well but she looks so fun and bubbly whereas they just look a bit fed up."

He sighs and puts the pictures down: "But these girls sell better. They look perfect and the clothes look best on them."

"I don't care how well this sells. It's about the message. Plus they all look perfect and this line is about the beauty in diversity."

"Whatever you say. But- they just look better to me."

"It's getting late.", Fleur throws in and looks at me.

"But...", Richard begins but my manager soon stops him: "She'll think about what she wants to do and we'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening."

Back in the car, Fleur lets out a groan: "What was that all about? Is he out of his mind?"

I shrug: "His idea and mine are too different."

"He's a racist piece of shit."

"Woa woa woa.", I say, stunned to hear Fleur swear.

"Since the day we came here he's been whitewashing this. It's ridiculous! His intentions are to not make this about diversity."

"I feel like that too but what are we supposed to do now?"

"We don't have a choice besides waiting, we signed a contract."

I sigh and look out of the window for the rest of the ride, it seems like everything is going downhill.