You can't help who you fall in love with... (One Direction fanfic)

[C.8] Photo shoot :D

#CHAPTER 8#

*Jess’s POV*

I don’t know what just happened. We just entered the room and I heard Zayn speak and I froze for a few seconds. That was nerve wrecking! But the whole of one direction just hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. And Harry Styles complimented us!!! Seriously, is this a dream!? Or some kind of cruel joke?! Because I can’t believe it’s happening! It’s amazing, but when I entered that room I just didn’t know what to do! My stomach was doing flips and everything. These boys have got a huge effect on me. Some of my other friends at school were asking me which one was my favourite, but I don’t know which one is. To me they’re all amazing! I think it would be brilliant to become really good friends with them, but the problem is I’m too quiet, it can take me weeks before I start talking to someone properly but we've only got 1 day with them...

Me and the girls went into our dressing room. It was rather large and there were mirrors everywhere. By 3 of the mirrors there was tons of make-up, straighteners and curlers and 3 stools. That must have been where they were going to doll us up. I, being the girliest of the group, was looking forward to it. There were also five assistants, one coming up to each of us. I guessed they were going to be our personal assistants.

“Hello! I take it you’re Jess?” a tall blonde lady with layers of fake tan on said to me.

“Yeah, that’s right”

“I’m Jenny and I’m going to be your personal assistant for the photo shoot. What dress size are you?”

“Errmm, about 10”

“Brilliant, we’ve loads of size 10 dresses over here! I think red’s your colour would you agree?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Wow, you’ve got a gorgeous figure! And your nails are perfect!”

“Thank you…”

“With a figure like that, a tight fitting dress would definitely suit you!” She pulled out a deep red dress from the full rail in front of us. “Try this one on!” she instructed shoving the dress and a pair of black tights into my hands. I walked behind the velvet red curtain and pulled it across. I slipped off all of my clothes and put the dress and tights on. It fitted perfectly.  It was beautiful, much like the boys voices. On my right arm the sleeve went all the way down to my wrist. There wasn’t a sleeve for my left arm. It was tight fitting so it showed of my curves and it went down to just above my knee. So not too short, but not too long (like a nuns skirt, as I used to tell the girls).

Slowly I walked out of the changing room. Jenny gasped “It’s perfect!” I really liked it too.

“Thanks” I smiled.

“Now, shoes. Are you okay with heels?”

“Yeah, I’ve worn them before”

“What size are you, 6?” she guessed glancing down at my feet.

“About 6, yeah.”

“Great, I’ve got the perfect pair over here!” She walked over to a bag and pulled out a pair of kitten heels. They were peep toed and were covered in gold glitter. “Slip these on.” She commanded, handing me the shoes. I placed them on the floor and slipped my feet into them, perfect fit. And I could walk in heels too.

“Would you like me to do your hair and makeup?” Jenny questioned me.

“Yes please!” I smiled. She got to work with my makeup and then she did my hair she decided to push all of my curls around to one side of my head and pinned them there with hair spray and grips. Now we were all ready to have our photos taken.