Liam: "I'm so nervous, I've never done a photo shoot before," You close your eyes as the make-up artist dusts powder on your cheeks. "Hey, don't be worried, you look beautiful and I'll be with you," Liam says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. A few minutes later you stare wide-eyed at the outfit they want you to put on. Leather mini skirt, black stilettos and a lace bandeau. "What is this? This is like...totally not appropriate..." you say softly, eying the outfit with concern. "The theme of the shoot is sexy spy, now just put it on, the photo shoot's already running late," the wardrobe lady adds, looking annoyed. "Um..." you eye her warily and suddenly Liam's by your side. "Sorry, but as much as I'd love to see my girlfriend in that outfit," he says winking at you. "I'm not doing this photo shoot if you're going to make her wear something she's not comfortable in, and that's that." The stylist nods and sighs. "Fine. I'll find a...less revealing outfit." You look at Liam gratefully and lean close to his ear and whisper, "Thank you, maybe you can see me in that outfit later, your eyes only." Causing him to blush and kiss your cheek.
Louis: "Oh my GOD, we're so awkward," you laugh as both you and Louis pose side-by-side trying to look seductive as the photographer instructed, but bursting into laughter each try. "Lou, you likey my sexy face," you joke, making your derpiest face possible and crossing your eyes. He laughs and makes a matching face. "Oh yes, I'm being so seduced right now," he moans jokingly. The photographer sighs and smiles. "Fine. Screw the sexy seductive theme of this photo shoot. Let's make it a spontaneous one. A fun one. It's more suiting for you two dorks," he says lightly, snapping his fingers. You and Louis both laugh and pretend to be offended, crossing your arms. "Hey! We are not dorks!" you tell him. Snap. Snap. Snap. The picture published in the magazine is of you and Louis, arms crossed and smiling at each other as you yelled at the photographer jokingly. He certainly captured a spontaneous moment.
Harry: "Okay, now climb on top of him," the director instructs you. You look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Did you lie, Harry? Is this like a dirty photo shoot?" you mumble, leaning close to his face and leaning over his torso. He laughs. "No! It's not, promise. I wouldn't have signed up for that," he kisses your nose as the photographer snaps away. "You! Intern! Go fix her dress and fix that button on his shirt!" the photographer calls out. The final picture looks stunning and not raunchy at all (considering you're both fully clothed). It's you right above him, holding the lapels of his shirt, both of your eyes glittering and faces in smiles. It just screams totally adorable in-love couple.
Niall: "Oh my GOD, this photo shoot is so fun!" you squeal, grabbing a handful of the gum drops all around the set and admiring your dress made completely of candy. Niall laughs and nods. "I know, Candyland theme shoot is right up my alley," he replies, as one of the people worker the shoot sprays a heart on his bare chest in whipped cream. "Ahh! Cold!" he shouts as the worker finishes and the photographer motions for you to move closer together and look to the right. "Aw, don't be a baby," you tease. "You're lucky they didn't do an underwater photo shoot like they did with Liam and Danielle last issue!" He laughs and a make-up artist sticks a handful of colorful sprinkles on your lips with corn syrup. "Okay, now, lean in to kiss her, but make sure your torso is facing the camera," the photographer orders as Niall abides. Twenty minutes later, the photo shoot is over and you're both covered in sugar and laughing. "Hey, mind if I lick that off?" you nod towards the whipped cream heart on his abs. "I'm hungry." He laughs and nods. "Mmmhmm, you just want to lick my abs," he teases, kissing sprinkles from your lips.
Zayn: "This is so cool!" Zayn smiles as you're both in wardrobe getting suited for the photo shoot. Your first photo shoot and the first photo shoot with you two as a couple. The photo shoot's theme was superhero, and Zayn's inner nerd was showing. "You look really hot in tights," you tell him, admiring his costume, making his abs clearly visible through the fabric. "Why, thank you," he laughs, posing. "You look extremely hot tied up in ropes." You stick out your tongue at him as a group ties you to train tracks. The concept was that he was a superhero, saving you (the damsel in distress). "Maybe we could try this at home sometimes," you reply cheekily, nodding towards the ropes. A nearby worker blushes and Zayn winks. "Okay! Let's go people! We've got twenty minutes to get the shot! Zayn, go stand near her and look serious, (Y/N) look distressed. Let's go! Let's go!" the director shouts through a mega phone. "My hero," you joke once the final shot is you in his arms and the ropes untied. "We've got the shot! Good job everybody!" the director calls again, everyone bustling about and clearing the set.
