Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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"Miss Y/N, it's almost time to go, would you like to continue the photo shoot or leave?" My assistant Cherry asks me. "What does the photographer think?" I ask as I wrap a towel around my body. We had just gotten through a modeling gig for a high brand magazine. It was a shower shoot, so.. yeah. Naked.
"He was the one who offered us to leave earlier, he said the shoot went perfectly like always, Miss." Cherry compliments as she writes stuff down on her clipboard. "Okay, sure. We can head out early. But can we stop at Starbucks first? I really want a Caramel Frap." I lick my lips, hungrily awaiting a good Starbucks coffee. "Of course, Miss. Iced like always?" Cherry sets her pen down on the clipboard as she looks at me. "Of course, you know me too well." I laugh as I start drying my hair and putting on my underwear. "Well, that's my job Miss. I'll be waiting outside your door for you." Cherry says as she walks out of my Star-Room, closing the door quietly. It's one of those rooms with your name on the door, spelt out with gold and a star around it. Also, the vanity is classic Marilyn Monroe style with light bulbs around the rim. I sit down in my seat as I start fixing my hair and doing makeup. As I'm just about to get up and finish getting dressed, my door opens. I don't even look up, already knowing who it is. "What do you want, Vince?" I drawl in a monotone voice. I hear a deep chuckle as footsteps come closer. "How'd you know it was me?" I finally look up at him after I've slipped on my high waisted blue shorts. "Because, you're the only one who annoys me after ever shoot. We're just co-models, Vince. Nothing more." I give him a cold stare as I put on a plain white tee-shirt. "Ouch, that one hurt a little." Vince playfully smirks. "Get out of my room before I call my manager and get a law suit on your ass quicker than you can say 'fuck boy.'" I threaten as I pull my hair up into a cute messy bun with a long strands hanging by my ears. "Okay, okay." Vince backs away and leaves, finally. He's always such a prick.

[Time Skip & A Starbucks Coffee]

My driver opens my door as we park beside the entrance to the rehearsal set. I get out as I take a sip of my Frap. Basic bitch, I know.
My blue converse feel snug on my feet as I walk up to the front doors. The bouncer at the front takes one look at me and immediately opens the door. Not so intimidating, if you ask me. "Miss Y/N, glad you made it early!" The director Greg walks up to me and shakes my hand. "Glad I could be here, sir." I smile politely. "Oh, no need to be so formal. Call me Greg." He smiles back. "So, there are only a few people here right now, but that doesn't matter because today and the next few days are all about getting to know your co-stars." He says as he opens the set door for me. I walk in as I mumble a 'thank you.' As I walk towards where everyone is, all the attention gets turned to me.
I get a good look at all the faces that are my co-stars and friends.
Penelope Cruz, a beautiful olive skinned lady with light brown eyes and dark brown hair.
Missy Valentine, a red-headed lady with emerald eyes and pale skin. I have worked with her before in the modeling business.
Zack Jones, a bleach blonde guy with baby blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. Bit of a douche, really.
Emma Watson, well, we all know what she looks like.
And the last person that I could see was Tom Felton. Heh, no need to describe him.
I guess not a lot of people had shown up yet. Tom smirks at me and Emma squeals. "Y/NNNNN!" Emma shrieks as she runs up and jumps on me, almost causing me to fall, but I caught her. I giggle at her as she crushes me with a bear hug. "Emma, you really could be on a football team.." I chuckle as I loose some breath. She laughs as she releases me, jumping off me. "Step aside, you filthy mudblood. She's my friend too." Tom sarcastically snarls as he nudges Emma aside and hugs me. I laugh as I hug him back, burying my face into his chest. Emma huffs like a child as Tom let's me go. "I haven't seen her in ages!" Emma whines. "Emma, you saw me last week. We went out and got lunch." I retort. "Well, still. And plus, he's a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! Why would you be friends with a Malfoy?" Emma hisses. "I'm her best friend thank you very much. And she's a Slytherin too, it was bound to happen." Tom winks at me. "Yeah, he's the prince of Slytherin, it was bound to happen, Hermione. I think you always knew that." I whisper with fake sorrow as I put the back of my hand on my forehead, leaning backwards dramatically. "When did you 2 become friends-- sorry, best friends?" Emma laughs. "We were at a movie premier party and we ended up talking." I shrugged as I took a sip of my Frap. "Sounds cliche, but it was amazing. I had so much fun." Tom blushed as he smiles sincerely, but the smile was wiped from his face almost instantly. "Y/N, WHY HAVEN'T WE HUNG OUT YET?" Tom playfully yells as he grabs my shoulders and shakes me slightly. "I DUNNO' TOM, WHY HAVEN'T WE?" I laugh as he continues to shake me. He stops as he chuckles, continuing to hold me. We stare into each other's eyes as smiles creep onto our faces.
That is until..
"Excuse me." An annoying voice speaks.