Impersonating Mr. Tomlinson (Fan Fiction Edition)

Impersonating Mr. Tomlinson

 After signing the contract, the men around the table had to sign as well.

When they were done, William, takes the contract back. He slides it in his brief case and closes it shut. He looks up and looks at his watch.

"So today we're basically just going to test out the makeup and stuff." He says with a satisfied smile, standing up, "follow me."

He turns around, opening the door and walking out of the room. Phil and I quickly stand up, going around the long table. We smile at the men, and then walk out, seeing William standing there. He closes the door behind us, and starts walking down the left corridor.

He quickly walks down the hallway, while Phil and I speed walk behind him.

Why is he walking so fast?

I look up at Phil who seems to be already out of breath. We're practically running behind him. Are we behind schedule?

We continue down the corridor and I notice that he seems a bit tense. He quickly turns a corner as we try to catch up to him, when he suddenly slows down and stops abruptly.

We halt, almost touching him, as he turns around to look at us.

"We got your styling team in today, they should be in the grooming room that we designed for emergency's." William explains.

Why do they have an emergency grooming room? In an office building? I shrug it off and watch as he takes out his keys from his jean pocket, unlocking the door.

He pushes the door open and we follow him inside. I look around the room to see it filled with a bunch of clothing racks and boxes.

There's mirrors at the end of the room, like in the fitting rooms at clothing stores.

"Elysabeth, I'd like you to meet your styling team." William interrupts my thoughts and points to four people.

Two boys and two girls.

They stand there in the middle of the room, with huge smiles on their faces. One of them steps up and shakes my hand.

"Hello Elysabeth! My name's Evelia and this is Harlow, Kevan, and Jaylin. I'm responsible for your clothes." She points them out and let's go of my hand.

I look at the four, who seem to be normal people.

Just normal young adults, fresh out of college.

Evelia seems to be a perky girl. Her hair is the kind of blonde people call 'Strawberry Blonde'. Her eyes are the colour of acorns with flecks of hazelnut.

"Thanks E, I'm capable of introducing myself thank you." Kevan walks closer to me and takes my hand, kissing it.

Kevan is the jock type. He kind of looks like he could be a soccer player. His light brown hair, almost resembling honey, shines from the contact of the room's light. His eyes are a deep green, making his face pop.

"I'm Kevan, but you can call me Kev. I'm mostly responsible for your shoes and accessories." He smirks, but suddenly gets hip bumped to the side, by the other male in the team.

I don't even have time to react. He takes my hand in both of his, and smiles excitedly.

"It's an honor meeting you Miss Elysabeth, I'm Harlow." I can't help but smile back at the way he seems so excited to meet me. I'm just another ordinary person. "I do the toughest job out of all of these idiots." He giggles, while Kev hits his arm.

His dark brown hair is perfectly quaffed, and he wears ray band glasses in front of his eyes; which are an ocean blue colour.

"I can make you look like whoever you want. In this case, I can make you look exactly like the handsome, Louis Tomlinson." It does sound like he has the toughest job.