You Saved Me From Myself. [One Direction]

Model? Me? Ha!

As soon as the first click of the camera went off I immediately felt the nerves building up. This is London Modeling Agency. My mom couldn’t do successful on her go see! for Christ's sake what am I doing here! 

“No no no no no! sweetie! I need you to look comfortable.” the flamboyant photographer said in a very girly voice. Jeez he’s a dude and his voice is higher than mine.

“Not exactly easy when I’ve never modeled before.” I muttered under my breath

I tried to remember some poses my mom has done. Ah! got it! okay arch my back a bit and grab the curtain. Angelic face too. Can’t forget that, of course I have an angelic face when I’m the polar opposite! but hey it helps!

“Ah! sweetie thats it! work it! Marvelous! Next outfit! hurry!” The little photographer yelled. I was rushed back to the wardrobe department to change into a full blue sequin dress with a low scoop back. It’s gorgeous.

“Ow! What the hell!” I felt someone tugging on my hair. Really!? 

“Calm down sweetie! it’s me I’m just touching up your hair. I just need to finish teasing it.” Lou. Of course. I swear she’s ripping out my hair. Ugh. 

“Why hello sunshine!” Louis’ voice echoed through the room.

“Why the sourpuss face love?” Harry asked. I guess my pain was visible.

“You try having the living hell teased out of your hair and tell me how it goes.” I said sipping my carmel frappé. 

Lou piped up from behind me “Boys go get into your outfits you in this shoot.” Are you F-u-c-k-i-n-g kidding me? Their doing this with me. I can barely do this on my own and I wanna keep a low profile. Their fans are very, whats the word? Possessive.  I know I’m going to have no say in this at all so I just shrugged it off. Only 11 more months. Then I go home. I go back to the heavily polluted air. I go back to my best friend. I go back to my bed. I go back to the quiet house. I go back to my old life like none of this ever happened.

I was led into a grayish greenish room. Right away I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to look vulnerable. That way if the fans see me they’ll think I’m vulnerable so maybe they won’t bug me. Yeah I’m sureeee that’ll work. Ha. I know I’ll get a ton of bull but whatever. I went into the corner my back facing the camera and did the little “bootie touché” I learned form America’s Next Top Model. I practically grew up to that show. I turned my head and saw the flicker of light. 

“Purrrr-fect honey! On the first frame we got it! Boys go join her!” He signaled to the boys who were standing behind him with their mouths open staring at me. What? Was my makeup screwed up? Lou saw they didn’t move so she went up to them and pushed them in the back a bit. While they were coming closer I raised my eyebrow at them questioningly

“Uh, Well, You see, Urm,” Harry started off, He seems to have a loss for words...

“Your arse is better than mine.” Louis said in shock. Conceded much?

“Well, Uh thanks? I guess? look lets get this thing done my scalp hurts.”

The camera man spoke up. “Alright so here’s the thing my lovelies, The boys have a innocent reputation to keep up so nothing too provocative” Really? is he talking about the same One Direction? Cause I’m pretty sure these are the most inappropriate, provocative, hormonally raged teenage boys. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

“Is there something wrong Miss. Incognia?” the little camera man asked. Okay now its personal. 

“It’s Kerr. As in K E R R.” I said pissed off. Liam put his hand on my back reassuringly. I looked over at him and saw he looked pretty nervous. What was I gonna jump on this guy and slash his face up? Jeez. 

“Alright, we only have four more frames left so make them good.” The photographer said clapping his hands together. I was right in the middle of Zayn and Niall, and quite frankly I felt like a midget. I just smiled considering there really was nothing to do. 

Cameraman spoke up again ‘‘boys, could you lift her up and hold her horizontally?” Really? Are you kidding! As if I would let five teenagers hold me. Wait what! my feet were knocked from underneath me and I was in Zayn’s arms.

“I really don’t like this.” I said to him through clenched teeth. He was distributing a section of me to a boy. Really? Louis was at my feet. Harry at my lower legs. Zayn at my hips. Liam at my torso, and Niall supporting my head. Okay Avalon. You can do it. This is the last frame then I can go back to the bus and sleep. Ugh I wish I had a joint at a time like this. 

“And Three, Two, One!” Flash. “That’s a wrap!” Yes! Finally on my feet! Wait... No. I’m still in the air. Why? I looked up to find the one and only Zayn carrying me bridal style. 

“Zayn. Put. Me. Down.” 

“Why?” Is he serious? 

“Zayn I swear to got if you don't put me down you will never be able to sing again.” He looked down at me.

“Still not putting you down.” He said 

My turn to ask a question “Why?” I said looking up at his chocolate brown eyes framed with gorgeous eyelashes. 

“So you know that I’ve always got your back. No matter what happens.” Uhmm... What? Why is he doing this? Does he... Nooo he would never be into a train wreck like me. Wait, He doesn’t even know. Only Liam knows. But I’m now starting to realize something worse... Do I like him?

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