A/n- I wish time would just slow down, to a stop.
-Mackenzie's POV-
I walked through the crowd, Britt trailing behind me. There were quite a few paps and reporters outside, shoving microphones in our faces and clicking cameras.
I sighed and pushed through them all, grabbing Britt's arm and pulling her behind me. We finally got through the doors and I sighed as people surrounded me instantly again, handing me papers and stuff like that. I sighed and nodded as they ran through stuff with me, making sure that I would know what I was doing and all that.
"Well Kenz! Long time no see!!" I heard a familiar voice say. I smiled and turned around, seeing Sam standing by the makeup girl, smiling.
"Sam!!" I squealed, running up to hug him, knowing very well he hates hugs. But he's like my uncle/grandfather so.....
"How you doing sweetheart?!" He asked me as he set me back down on the ground. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Wonderful." I said, grinning. My heart lurched at this thought, the thought of being wonderful. But I was happy today, so I decided not to ruin it for myself and think about all my problems. "And you?" I said, my happiness still evident.
"Better. Now that you're here. We were getting worried you weren't gonna show up." He said. I smiled and chuckled.
"Nah. Niall just wouldn't get out of bed is all." I said. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.
"Oh? And how are you and him?" He asked, indicating our relationship.
"It's great. I mean, I love him." I said. He smiled and nodded, he looked behind me at Britt, who was quiet and didn't say anything.
"And who's this?" He asked. I smiled.
"This is Britt. My best friend." I smiled, looking at her. She shook hands with Sam, smiling shyly.
"Hi...." she practically whispered. I knew how hesitant she was about people she didn't know.
"Have you ever considered a career in modeling?" Sam suddenly asked. I smiled from ear to ear, looking back at Britt. Her face was a look of pure horror and astonishment.
"I uh.....I...." she stammered, blushing and looking down. I smiled at Sam as I realized Britt's frustrated state.
"She's shy." I mouthed. He nodded.
"Well...here's my card. If you ever want to give it a try, please.....give me a call. I'll set you up with a deal." He said, handing her his card and smiling. She smiled.
"Thanks." She stammered out. I smiled.
"Okay. Um...I'm gonna turn you over to your stylist so we can get you prepped and ready for shooting. Maybe..she'll do something different this time?" He said. I nodded. I made my way over to where Angela (Yes. Stupid Angela. But....maybe she'll be better in the time I hadn't seen her....) was.
"Kenzie!!" I heard Angela's high pitched voice exclaim. I sighed and turned, putting on my fake smile.
"Hey....Angela..." I said, smiling. She pulled me in for a tight hug, rocking us back and forth.
"I haven't seen you in like....forever!!" She squealed. I smiled and hugged her back, trying to be nice.
"I know! So....umm...Sam said you had something in mind.....with my hair...?" I asked. She pulled away and smiled.
"Yeah. I was going to dye it and give you a trim. It's getting a bit long don't you think?" She asked and i just shrugged. I really liked the length of my hair. The color.....not so much. It was a mix between my original color and the red I had it dyed before. Kinda putrid if you ask me......
"Can you dye it back to my original color?" I asked. She nodded and moved me to sit down so she could get started. Britt sat next to me and Angela worked in silence as Britt and I talked.-Britt's POV-
I watched quietly as Angela dyed Mackenzie's hair back to its original color.
"I can't believe that Sam asked you to model!" Mackenzie exclaimed, glancing down at her phone. My stomach lurched and I shook my head, shrugging.
"I don't think I'm gonna do it though....." I trailed off, looking around the room at the bustling people. It was a bit....much. And....I didn't know how Mackenzie handled it. She did have depression. And anxiety. But she seemed to handle herself well in these situations. Even when that Angela girl, which Mackenzie says is so annoying....she still puts a smile on her face and sucks it up. I could never do that......I get nervous around strangers and I'm still too shy around people I don't know. I find myself barely able to talk in situations like earlier.
"Why the heck not?!?" She exclaimed loudly, making people look over in our direction. I blushed and looked down at my hands. "Wait...what are you not telling me?" She asked more quietly, leaning forward, before realizing Angela was still pulling on her hair. She winced and sat back again.
"D...didn't Niall tell you?" I asked, more quietly. She frowned and looked down at her hands in confusion. Then she looked up at me, her face confused.
"Umm....no...." she mumbled, looking slightly mad. I rose my eyebrows and shook my head.
"Oh...umm.....I...." I stammered.
"Why don't you want to do the modelling......?" She asked slowly, looking slightly scared.
"No no!! Don't be scared...it's not bad!! It's good...its good news. I promise." I assured her. She smiled suddenly.
"Oh. Oh. Okay." She said, nodding at me to continue.
"I'm pregnant." I revealed and her face fell. She blinked and looked down at her hands, her mouth dropped open.
"Y...you.....what?" She stammered, looking down at her hands.
"I'm pregnant." I whispered, leaning forward. Her face fell again and her mouth shut as she took a shaky breath and smiled. "What...whats wrong.....?" I stammered out, scared of her reaction. But she shook her head, looking away.
"Oh..umm..nothing. I'm fine. That is truly....wonderful.....wonderful Britt." She said, shaking her head and reaching out to squeeze my hand.
"Really?" I asked hopefully.
"Y...yeah. That's....it's wonderful." She stammered, biting her lip and looking down at her phone angrily, typing angrily.
"You sure?" I asked again. She looked up and gave me a very convincing smile.
"Absolutely positively sure." She said convincingly, smiling at me genuinely before looking back at her phone. I nodded my head, but something wasn't right here.........
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This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series
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