My stomach twists into uneasy and sickening knots as I walk up to the skyscraping building, MSA Modelling Agency. Today I'm meeting with Courtney to have a trial shoot and discuss a few things. Honestly, I feel as if this will go terrible. Harry was right, I really don't have what it takes to model. It's like putting lipstick on a pig, you can't. Let's just hope I don't embarrass myself.
I step inside and instantly feel the professional aura around me. Everything is so clean and white except for the few scattered plants in the corners. As I stride over to the front desk my heels click on the marble and the receptionist looks up at me with a glare.
Her thick framed glasses are too large for her face and the sloppy red lipstick is all I can focus on. Her homey brown hair is unrealistically shiny as if it's covered in oil.
She clears her threat before speaking, "Do you need something?"
"Uh yes, I'm supposed to be meeting with Courtney Camden."
The receptionist doesn't say anything as she vigorously types on her computer. "Floor 6, studio 3, just to the left once you step off the elevator."
"Okay thank you," I smile.
"Mhmm," she hums, looking away with an eye roll and back at her computer.
The studio wasn't difficult to find. Among the large hallway there were many offices as well as studios for shoots. I step into the large space with a crooked smile. I'm not sure if I should knock or just step in and hope they know who I am.
"Serena?" I hear a chipper voice call, and see what I assume to be Courtney standing with a clipboard and a withered pencil.
"Yes, hi, Courtney right?"
"Yes honey, but you can just call me Court. Come sit over here," her frail tan frame directs me to a tall chair in the corner. Her smile is bright and her long dark hair is wavy and vibrant looking. "Lexie is just going to have a quick look at you, fix your hair and makeup while Tessa grabs something for you to wear. You look a little nervous but don't be, Mads was right. Your stunning."
"Okay," I look down at my lap, sitting down. "Thank you."
"Of course, it'll just be a minute for Lexie to get over here." Courtney then walks away in a scurry.
I whip my phone out from my pocket. The screen glitches as I turn it on. I swear, it better not shut down on me. I click on my messages and see a text from Harry.
Harry: Don't forget about the meeting at 2
I roll my eyes as soon as I see the text. If I wasn't in debt I wouldn't have to deal with Harry. I mean the sex is great and I thought this would be a good idea but I didn't expect things to get taken out of hand so fast. Now I'm his fake girlfriend in the eyes of his parents and worst of all the public. I don't want intrusive photographers taking my photo as soon as I step outside like what its like for Harry. As it is, last night was insane. The crowds were unreal and the constant flashing was hurting my eyes. I know I'm going to hurt Harry's image. I'm nothing like him. I'm not professional, I don't wear nice clothing and drive nice cars, I'm not cocky, and I don't drip with money. Our personalities are almost the opposite, right down to the tv we watch and the food we eat. He can't stand cheese cake, The Office nor woman without at least twelve pounds of makeup caked on their face. While I honestly don't have time to dress up like I'm walking the red carpet every night.
People must be pretty oblivious to actually believe this is a legitimate relationship. So this Angela can give this massive allusion to the public? Yeah right. I mean the money is there and I already signed the papers that I will do this. There is no backing out, I know that, I just wish it was the original deal.
"You're new here?" I hear a monotonous voice interrupt my thoughts. I look up to see a tall, thin figure in a white robe.
"Yeah," I nod my head. I recognize her from magazines but I forget her name.
"Kendall Jenner," she sticks her slender hand out for me to shake.
"I'm Serena Danton," of course, Kendall Jenner. This is unreal. I could be modelling for the same agency as Kendall Jenner. She's huge.
"Coolio," she laughs as if what she said was hilarious. I fake a laugh to avoid another awkward conversation.
"Well I'll be over in my own booth. Once you get a high enough status MSA gives you your own booth. Don't expect that too soon," she says before walking away.
"Hi, my name is Lexie. I'll be responsible for your hair and makeup," a small girls walks up, she has bright blonde hair with a few freckles scattered around her nose.
"I'm Serena."
"Nice to meet ya," Lexie grins. "Okay so I was thinking we could go for a sexy, smouldering eye look. Maybe a rich brown smoky eye with big curls. Court! Come here!"
"Yes Lex," Courtney runs over with her clipboard.
"Okay," Lexie ruffles my hair to give volume and slightly adjusts my posture. "So rich brown smoky eyes, big curls, soft lip with a sharp contour. I'm sure Tessa has something already picked out. However we should go for something a bit revealing. Perhaps with her boobs and butt. I could contour her cleavage and make this a conspicuous shoot. What do you think? Too much for a test or let's send it?"
"Send it," Courtney snaps before turning away.
After hours of being prodded at and hundreds of photos taken I can finally leave. Courtney said she would send me some good shots and let me know what will be next and if these plans go through. As far as I'm concerned, I believe everything went great. But only time can tell what will really happen.
As soon as I step foot outside MSA my phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" I answer, pulling out my car keys.
"Serena what the fuck? I called you 8 different times in the last hour. Where the fuck are you? You're late." Harry's voice booms in my ear.
"I'm on my way," I reply calmly.
"You better fucking hurry, we have a lot to talk about."
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I walk into Angelas office as naturally as possible. Harry sent me the directions to Angela's office yesterday so it didn't take me long to find it. I look up to see a girl with bright blonde hair and an unimpressed face, she sits with her chin resting in her hands. That must be Angela. And Harry is sitting across from her, rolling his eyes passionately.
"Finally," he hisses and I sit down next to him.
Angela fakes a smile before introducing herself, "I'm Angela Kinsey, Harry Styles' publicist. I see we have a few things to discuss."
Harry leans over and whispers, "what's with the makeup?"
"The shoot," I respond aggressively. Harry fully knows why I have this much makeup on. He retaliates with a chuckle, running his hands through his messy curls.
"Let's get started," Angela interrupts, glaring at the both of us and clicking her pen.
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Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)
Fiksi Penggemar"You need the money, I got money, plenty of it. But baby girl you're going to have to do some chores for Daddy in return," he says while unclasping my lace bra. - Serena Danton, a broke waitress and aspiring model, gets whirled into an overwhelming...
