Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 21: Designer heels, handbags, and broken bones.

Haley's P.O.V.

I tapped my manicured fingers on the steering wheel, and pressed my foot on the gas pedal. I looked over to Kylie, who had her hands placed under her legs. I could practically hear her heart beating. 

"Kyles, don't be nervous. We're gonna have so much fun!" I squealed, turning the wheel to park. 

We got out of the car, and she hugged her arms across her chest. 

"I know! But it's just like, hard not to be nervous! I mean, this is my dream! I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world, and he's freaking famous! And he's perfect, and... seventeen magazine, it's just so hard to believe this is happening. To us?!" She said as we walked through the parking lot.

"What about the magazine?"

"Haley, they want us. Us! To be on the cover of their magazine! It just feels like this is all a dream."

I nodded. I remembered when we were little Kylie and I would have sleepovers and all we would do was each other's hair and nails. We would try to put on her mother's makeup and we'd get our inspiration from the Seventeen Magazine. And now we were gonna be on it?! Kylie's right, it does feel too good to be true. 

We walked into an elevator. It was really cool. The whole elevator was see through, and so were the walls so we could see the beautiful weather in L.A. as we got further up. 

The doors finally opened, and I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a huge front desk, and the whole floor was dressed in white. There was posters of all the Seventeen magazine covers they had done over the years, with each month's issue framed in classic gold picture frames.

Wow. All of a sudden, I could feel my heart dropping. This was really happening.

Kylie took my hand and squeezed it. "Hales, don't be nervous. We're gonna have so much fun!" She whispered. I giggled, remembering that's exactly what I had said to her in the car. 

We walked to the front desk. We didn't even need to say anything, since the girl sitting behind the tall desk stood up. Her eyes widened, and jumped up and down. "Omygod! You're Kylie Thompson!" She squealed, looking at Kylie. Kylie freed her hand from mine, and shook the girl's. 

"And I'm Haley Stein! We're here for the--" But I didn't get to finish my sentence. The girl just shot me a dirty look, and turned her attention back to Kylie. 

"The photoshoot and interview, of course! Right this way, ladies." She led us through many doors and hallways. I looked over at Kylie, who just followed the girl. Her mouth gaped open as she took in the moment. I was astonished too, the place was better than I had imagined. 

Then the girl finally opened a huge door, and let us in. It was the biggest room ever. The room itself had many more doors inside of it, and had a huge white backdrop wall with all different kinds of professional cameras and lighting. 

On the wall on my right was a billboard. There was numerous pictures of Kylie and I on it. They did their homework! There was many pictures of us and the boys we had taken the night before outside of Olive Garden. 

But what caught my eye was that there was only one picture of me, that one glamorous picture of Kylie and me that had gotten us tumblr famous. The papparazi shot. The rest were pictures of Kylie. There were a few of her and Zayn, back when they were dating, and some of her and all of the boys, and a lot of papparazzi shots. 

I felt kind of jealous, but then remembered that I wasn't supposed to come at first, until Kylie called them this morning. 

A lady came in, her heels making little 'click' sounds as they hit the floor. She wore business attire; Louis Vuitton heels, a black pencil skirt, and a matching black-striped blouse wich was buttoned all the way up. Her hair was tied back into a very neat ponytail, and her makeup looked shady and beautiful. The woman was probably in her late 30's. 

"Ah! Kylie, darling. And you must be Haley!" She greeted us with proper hugs, not the kind Louis would give us.

"So we're first going to get you dressed, your dressing rooms are down the hall to your left. And then we'll get you into hair and makeup, then Guillermo will do your photoshoot, and then the interview! Come on, let's hurry up! I have a lunch meeting and I can't be late!"

Kylie's P.O.V.

We rushed in our dressing rooms. OUR OWN DRESSING ROOMS !!! I got out of my Juicy Couture sweats and matching jacket, and looked through the rack of clothes. There was a slight knock on the door, and I looked at Haley. She just shrugged.

"Come in!"

A whole crew came in. A lady stepped up, and then a bunch of racks and racks full of clothes wheeled in from outside. The lady looked at us. I was now in my bra and underwear. Awkward. 

"Hello, girls! I am Marissa, your stylist for today, and here is my assistant, Andrew." She pointed at a guy who was just now coming in the room. Hallye and I squeaked and jumped behind a rack so he wouldn't see.

"So! Kylie, let's get you into this..."

About 20 minutes later, Haley and I were both dressed. Jasmine, the accessories stylist, had given us our purses and jewerly. 

I looked at myself in a mirror. I actually looked gorgeous. Like I was about to go on a photoshoot. Oh wait, I was! I was wearing a cream-colored dress. It was strapless and pushed up my boobs, which actually made them look good. The dress started off heart-shaped, going around my chest. It was tight and had a corset in the back, which reminded me of ballerinas, and just after the waist, is was all poofy. It went down to my knees, making it a fancy cocktail dress.

The dress was Chanel, but I don't remember getting this, so it was probably the new one from their Spring-Summer collection. I have to get this dress. But I did. My mother always ordered the whole catalog, (which we got before anyone else, because my mom knew the designers). This always made my friends jealous because I would get the whole entire collection for less, and before anyone else. 

My hair was wavy, not curly. It made cute flowy waves, which suited my hair very well. For a pop of color, Marissa had given me the new Jimmy Choo shoes, Letitia pumps, in a nice and warm coral color. It looked beautiful with the white dress.

Haley looked amazing. She was wearing the new Marc Jacobs Ellsworth Taffeta Tube Dress in black, which hugged her hips perfectly and added all the right curves to her body. Her hair was pin-straight and made her face look sharp and fierce. Beautiful. For shoes, Haley wore orange heels from Jimmy Choo's ciggy heel collection. 

Her makeup involved a cat-eyes eyeshadow look, while mine was natural. The makeup artist had put the perfect amount of bronzer on my face, which made me look tan, and brought out my cheekbones. The neutral eyeshadow I had on made my blue eyes pop, and the black mascara and eyeliner made my eyes look intense and stunning. 

We walked out of the dressing room. 

Haley's heels were pretty high for 'ciggy heels' so it made it hard for her to walk. I had walking lessons in my freshmen year of high school, so I knew how to walk like a professional. Haley adjusted walking. 

Ann stood up from her chair, and screamed. "You girls look amazing!"

Haley and I jumped back, frightened. We hadn't seen Ann, and she caught us by surprise. I stabled myself back, but Haley didn't. She wasn't able to keep her balance, and when she tipped over, her foot caught in a professional light's chord. She was sent flying in the air, and landed on her ankle. 'Crack' was all I heard before a scream came out of Haley's lips.