Alone {Fionn Whitehead}

{9}

Elana's breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of someone knocking on her door. She knew that Fionn was standing on the other side, waiting for her to come out so they could return to the sunflower field she'd spotted and work on her photos. She was particularly nervous about spending time with him today, because she knew that this time was different. This wasn't just two good friends hanging out. This was her being photographed by him. She'd have to pose, she'd have to model, she'd have to be in front of the camera. She'd spent the entire morning finding her best outfit, doing her makeup as perfectly as she possibly could, and doing her hair which she'd decided to straighten for the shoot. 'How do actual models do this shit?' She'd asked herself as she practiced her poses in the mirror. Nothing she did looked right to her. Her body seemed to contort in an inhuman way as she tried her best to look comfortable in her own skin. All the poses she'd done made it look like she was trying too hard, and her facial expressions weren't any better. She was worried that all of her pictures would turn out terrible. She trusted that Fionn was a good photographer as he'd told her about his past experiences in the field, but even an amazing photographer couldn't make pictures of a shitty model look good.

"Lana?" Fionn called. She jumped a little and blushed as she realized he'd probably been standing outside the door for a good three minutes now, and because he'd given her a nickname. She quickly rushed towards the door and took a deep breath before opening it and giving him her best smile. "Sorry, I was in my bathroom." She tried to make up a valid excuse so she wouldn't have to explain to him that she'd been staring herself down in the mirror and damn near inducing a panic attack, but then she realized how her excuse had sounded. "I-I was just in there, just, getting ready, like...You know." She spluttered, waving her hand up and down her body so he wouldn't think that she'd been in there taking a shit. "Yep, um, nickname." She coughed. "Y-You gave me a nickname." "Oh...Yeah I did." He smiled. "Just seemed natural." "Right..." She drifted off, rubbing her arm with her hand. "Are you alright?" He asked skeptically. "You're sweating." "I'm sweating?" She shrieked. "Oh god I'm gonna be so shiny on camera!" Fionn watched as she ran back inside and stopped in front of the mirror, leaning impossibly close to it and staring at her own face with a wild look in her eyes. He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips.

"Honey, you are a mess."

"I know! My makeup is all wrong! I'm gonna need more powder."

"No, I don't mean your makeup. You look...Stunning." He drifted off as he finally took a good look at her. She was wearing some black shorts with a red and black flower covered off the shoulder crop top and some nice sandals. The outfit was so simple and yet she made it look like high fashion. Her makeup was done perfectly and it looked beautiful as usual, and her hair looked amazing as well. 'Why doesn't she see how flawless she is?' He questioned himself. "You have nothing to worry about. You look like an actual model. Gorgeous, really." He complimented.

"Thank you." She blushed. "You look really good too." She bit her lip as she looked him up and down. She was kicking herself for being so indiscreet, but she couldn't help herself. He was wearing dark jeans and a black shirt and...damn he looked amazing in black. He'd also worn his glasses which made him look absolutely adorable, and his hair was perfectly tousled. 'When the hell did he get so attractive? He was attractive when I met him, yeah, but shit.' She grumbled to herself. "Well, guess we should be going." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay. Got your change of clothes?" He asked her. She nodded, smiling a little. "Yeah." She said softly.

Now there was a new set of nerves kicking in as she thought of the last shoot she'd be doing. It was more intimate and she'd be wearing a little less clothing. Sensuality, sexuality, seduction, tension.' She thought to herself. 'Why did professor Winston have to give me that theme?'